This evening I sat out on my porch watching a massive thunderstorm rolling in. I watched the clouds blow by, I watched the "pieces" of the thunderstorm cloud move in - the wall cloud, the rain base, etc. I thought about how this process is just so amazing. I watched and heard the wall of rain coming in. I felt the calming coolness of the rain as it blew in after a hot, muggy, sticky day. I thought about how this powerful event is a balancing of energy.
And I nearly cried.
It was so moving. Sometimes I watch these events unfold and I think about how insignificant my problems are, how myriad my existence is. I thought about how the world will go on regardless of what happens to me and how it will bring its beauty to everyone who pays attention to it.
While I write this I sit and listen to some of my favorite songs and I'm even moved by the physics involved in something so simple to bring me great joy. At times I've credited my music with saving my life. It stuns me how the simple collision of air particles compression under the movement of a cone can trigger such emotion.
I just wanted to get that out there. Does anyone ever have these moments? If so, feel free to share them.