It was a dark and stormy night…

Post by Jo Anna Rothman.

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It was a dark and stormy night…

Ok, it wasn’t night. It was day, but night sounds so much better. The heavy clouds stretched out ahead. It wasn’t raining over us yet. But it would. Out in the distance, I could see the sheets of rain dripping from the sky. The land was flat enough in the desserts of New Mexico to see out forever in front…and I could see dark grey sky and the flashing lightening. Wild. Beautiful. And a little disconcerting. I knew what was coming…but didn’t know quite what to expect. The road stretched out, with our destination way on the other side of the storm. There was only way to go…through.

I wondered about stopping. It wasn’t my intention to, as the conditions were not dangerous. But I wondered nevertheless. I wondered if people did. If people stopped at the sight of a storm, if they pulled off and waited for it to pass. I wondered if the time lost was worth it. I wondered if the meteorological chaos really ever stopped. What if a new rain cloud popped up in its place? I wondered if, no matter what, you would have to cross a storm.

And cross I did. Several times over the hours. A strange thing happened each time I spotted the distant walls of rain cascading from the sky. For most of the time it would like as if we would drive under the darkest heart of the cloud cover. Yet, as we trekked on, the road would bring us to a lighter section, some place not quite as ominous. The rain would come. The lightening would strike off to the side. Occasionally the downpours were rough, but they ended quickly enough. The opportunity to just keep moving, moved us through and out to the other, sunny, side. I started to think of it was my reward for heading in without much trepidation. No waiting. No stopping. And I was taken care of.

This past month has been hard. Challenges rained down. The struggles came most acutely when I resisted. Tried to slow it all down. Stop. Wait it out. The resistance to just being in the storm made it all that much worse. When I embraced the fact that there where issues that were longing to be dealt with…at the very least I was moving through it. Often, I was rewarded by grace.

I know the fear that rises up when the storm looms ahead. When it seems that there is nothing we can do to avoid the pain. The anger. The discomfort. Maybe there is nothing we can do. But we can trust that time passes. The road moves on ahead. And somewhere in the distance, even if we can’t yet see or feel it, the light peaks its head through the clouds…illuminating the clearing that awaits.

The reward for courage is completion. Resolution. Accomplishment. Eventually, we receive the gift of newness. We come to know the sweet charms that arrive when we are washed clean of what has weighed us down. We come to know our wholeness. Our brightness. Our infinite capacity to grow, heal, and appreciate. We may even come to trust that the next time a storm looms we can drive on through, knowing we can make it. Knowing we will thrive.

Jo Anna Rothman, MA is an intuitive coach and facilitator of The Receiving Project. She revels in assisting people in falling in love with their lives. She is committed to living a life full of pleasure, purpose and enthusiasm. And perhaps most important, she knows the secret to the perfect s’more.

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