Transylsomewhere

The last few days thunderstorms have been hit and miss around Transylvania County. Thursday night while I was at work we were able to watch a storm in the distance. It started around Hickory and did the unusual thing of of moving south west. For hours we would see the lightening flashing high in the clouds and not hear the thunder. The storm grew as it moved closer, hitting Pisgah Forest about 2330. Through the evening it had been an awesome show of flashing lights silhouetting the the thunderhead. From high in the Balsams and the Blue Ridge you can watch the storms across the Piedmont, but, rarely do you see such a thing down in the valley.

On Friday rain finally fell for the first time in weeks at the house. The thunder sent both Squeaky and Bosco crouching from it's furry. Bosco worries about thunder and lightening so much it's bound to strike her one day. The thunder sounded as if it was splitting Wolf Mountain apart. The air felt refreshing and cool before the rain fell.

Law we need the rain. It's 9" plus behind and growing. I was hearing it was being a dry year here while I was over seas. Of course if your in the South East, this is not news for you.

I've seen the moon and the stars a thousand times, I've seen countless storms every where from the Great Lakes to Panama to the Mesopotamian Plain. But there are certain times that stay in my mind. That one time, that moment in time when there was a special quality to it. That one time you could feel the awe of a world far bigger than you.

Time is a precious thing. It is infinite. Yet time stands still and it disappears. Life in the moment is then and there, life in the future is always on the horizon, life in the past is time that has left. Times come in our lives that we do not hold, it holds to us. That moment of joy that was a wink of an eye or days gone by. That precious time when souls touch and love flows, they feel the happiness, find the harmony in their soulfulness, truthfulness… In their respect of, trust of each other. Souls intertwining in gratitude for the growth they feel with each other…Of each other, feeling it in themselves, having the understanding, the support for and loyalty to one another, finding the intimacy starting with the emotional, culminating in the physical that they reach up gracing their fingers into a higher realm and know that they have Heavens blessing. A time does sometime hold to us. A time is a precious thing.

The Appalachianist