There was a dark comfort in the air as I lifted my blankets and snuggled into bed. I was ready for darkness you see, ready to hide from the emotional unrest and ready for some deep respite that only sleep can bring. A soft night time breeze filtered through my half open window, it’s cool temperature refreshing on my tired face. I pause, my whole body still, the only signs of life were the rise and fall of my chest. I lay there, just breathing, just being, there was something so perfect about that space. Something so comforting and settling, I don’t think I had ever felt such stillness in my life. A low rumble was heard in the black skies around me, a soft pelting rain started against the house, and I felt this storm coming as if mother nature had looked within me and sought to release what I could not. As if what wanted to escape through my lips, my fists and my body for the last week had come birthing through the sky. So connected to this time and space I was, I let the thunder be my rage, the rain be my tears and the wind be my screams. I lay there, the physical body not moving but the emotional body tearing through the atmosphere outside of me. No mercy, no cautiousness, just pure passionate deliverance through the storm swirling around me. She had no judgement about my rage, my frustrations, and my anxiety. She wanted it all, all of the deep, hidden parts that we weren’t supposed to share, it was a space holding I had never experienced. I connected with this storm so heartily, there was no separation between it and me. I let every possible, deeply buried emotion run through my skin, the storm expressing it with ferocity and force. She was joyous in her ability to hold and channel these emotions for me and I was grateful for her ability to do so.
Then time went on.
The storm passed.
And I slowly drifted into slumber…