Thunderstorms always charges me. With the recent wild weather, yesterday afternoon was the first chance I had to stand in the rain, watch the lightening, and soak up the lively vibrations.
Primal roar calling, nitrate-attaching.
Also aware that beyond the wild weather was the full moon rising; realisation of the potentials, bringing forth the creations.
Staying in the cold rain as long as I could stand, followed by a hot shower to wash it all off; shaking off the last little bit that does not serve me, welcoming all that does.
I did not sleep that night.
Awake, content, anticipating...
What else will my sparkle attract towards me?
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