Last night…just after dark…there was a lovely…lightning display…which started well 
before the rain…and…I knew what I had to do…sit on the porch…
I know…probably not the smartest thing to do…but…there was no thunder…so…it felt safe…and…besides…the wind was blowing…and…Bertha…can’t resist the wind that blows…before the storm…
I asked…Bertha…as she danced under the flashing sky…what it is about the wind…that mesmerizes…her…that always pulls her outside…and…me…along with her…
Her answer…was both…familiar…and…surprising…it’s the…movement…it’s the ending…of…what is…and…the beginning…of…what will be…AKA…change…that intrigues her…
I whined a bit…but…change…is…hard…change…is…painful…
She laughed…and…reminded me…that so is…staying where I am…being stagnant…is hard…is painful…and…it really isn’t…safe…like I sometimes try to tell myself it is…
She pointed to the trees…swaying…their leaves in a flurry…to the beauty of the natural order of things…reminding me…that when…change…blows through my life…I can…sway…or…I can…break…it’s a choice…I get to make…
And…then…the rains came down…and…she danced even more…
Jane
