My friend Janet wrote
this piece when she got in touch with her healthy expression of
anger. She has chosen to see that she is the...
"THUNDER"
Thunder is really earthy.
She rumbles in my gut, almost like the Earth growling about something.
She gets my attention. She’s bold and powerful. She is outright.
She is “in your face” without apology.
Thunder blurts and I have a lot to learn from her.
She uses a deep voice from her solar plexus,
not a timid, high-pitched screech like a pubescent girl.
Thunder is a big woman even if you can’t see her.
She may think nobody listens to her and that she’s invisible,
yet her mere presence is startling to some people.
Thunder is an old woman with a lot of wisdom.
She knows what it’s like to hurt silently
and she lets out a growl when it's necessary.
Her brother,the Wind, may run wild at times like that.
He gusts up a storm, but Thunder is different.
She sits with it until she’s good and ready,
and in one short burst she lets it all out.
When she thinks she’s not being heard, she repeats herself.
Louder.
Thunder has much to teach me.
About going within before letting it out,
so that when I use my voice,
I can use it from a position of power.
Less words, more power.
Less really is better. All the way around.
Thunder sometimes plays with the Wind,
but her true love is the Rain.
He listens to her roaring anger, lets her work up a sweat,
then cools her down with a gentle touch.
Thunder and Rain dance together,
both honoring and nourishing the Earth.
Thunder is playful.
She is the cheerleader when God goes bowling.
Thunder likes volcanoes and campfires. She’s an Earth Sign.
When she doesn’t pay attention to the little things in her
life,
she can make the Earth Quake.
Her purpose in life is to look within, notice what’s there,
and release whatever prevents her from being honest with herself.
As long as she’s true to her self-expression, nobody gets
hurt.
Especially her.
Thunder loves the color brown. It keeps her grounded and strong.
When she’s not clear her voice is muddy,
but when she yells, it’s as rich as dark chocolate.
She reverberates long after that first bite has melted.
copyright 1997, Janet R. Cohen, JanetTexas@aol.com
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