We all have our rituals, the things we do that, to the outside world, would make us look a little (or a lot) crazy. I have a whole bunch of things. One of them is all about the wind, rain and storms. I love storms. I love them so much I go out in them to stand and be part of them. Become totally surrounded in natures raw power. To be battered by rain and on occasion, hail. To be blasted around by the wind, to feel the rumble of thunder and see the crazed flashes of lightning erupt from the sky.
It totally trances me out like nothing else. To be in the presence of such raw and real power. A power that has no sense of morality, a power that cannot be reasoned with or tamed. All that can be done is submit and accept that it will do what it will do and nothing can stop it. I always feel inspired, I feed off its energy and become super energised myself. I feel alive. An alive that is beyond simple existence.
Then there’s the paradox it creates, in that submitting to the storm’s power, I myself feel and become more empowered. Empowered in the most pure state of joy.
So like I said, crazy right?
On occasion, I’ve tried to drag other people out to experience the same amazement. But they never do. They just get wet and miserable and try to drag me back to the safety of their world. I am yet to find someone that truly get’s it the way I do. Maybe I never will, for we all have our own unique experience of things. We all draw our power from different sources.
So what do you do that inspires you, empowers you, that to the outside world, would appear just a little (or maybe a lot) crazy?