Usually when there is thunder in the sky a lot of people like to duck and cover in fear and in expectation that their day will be ruined by some cosmic alignment of molecules destined for their day to be ruined. I like to think of thunder storms as the release of energy, which is what it really is.
It’s up to us as to what we do with that energy, are we afraid of it? Do we utilize it? Do we teach what it’s meaning is? Do we give it spiritual value?
I choose to give it inspirational value. What is more primordial and raw than a thunder storm? The feeling of the earth shuddering beneath your toes coupled with a raging tide of rain falling seemingly endlessly from the sky – what could be more poetic?
Of course earthquakes, volcanoes, and tornadoes as well as other natural disasters are infinitely more powerful, but we only get the occasional thunder storm here on my part of the world.
I enjoy the fact that humans are absolutely powerless, even in their understanding of how the world and it’s forces work. We can understand it, we can even to a certain small scale reproduce these things, but we can’t do anything about them on the planetary scale.
This powerlessness brings power, I figure, as we remember that we are beings who have divined the earth with our creations. I mean to say, we rule the earth, but we are still subject to it. There is never going to be a power struggle, there is a hierarchy. We are second on the food chain to a global catastrophe, are we not? Could not the earth swallow us in tsunamis and hurricanes?
It’s an interesting thought.
Alas, this post is about finding inspiration. So to get to my point quite quickly and plainly: if I can find inspiration in a thunder strike or two, where can you find it?
Paul Ozz 