It is only the women whose eyes have been washed clear with tears who get the broad vision that makes them little sisters to all the world. —Dorothy Dix—
The storms of our lives benefit us like the storms that hit our towns and homes and wash clean the air we breathe. Our storms bring to the surface the issues that plague us. Perhaps we still fear a job with responsibilities. Perhaps we still struggle with the significant other persons in our lives. Possessiveness is a particular storm that often haunts our progress. Storms force us to acknowledge these liabilities that continue to stand in our way,
and acknowledgment is the step necessary to letting go. Recovery is a whole series of storms, storms that help to
sprout new growth, storms that flush clean our own clogged drains. The peace that comes after a storm is worth singing about. Each storm can be likened to a rung on the ladder to wholeness, the ladder to full membership in the healthy human race. The storms make climbing tough, but we get strength with each step. The next storm will be more easily weathered. If today is a stormy day, let me remember it will freshen the air I breathe.