For She Is The Storm - Copyright R.Weal 2011

One of my family’s favourite stories about me (of which there
are many), is how I was born under a raging summer storm.
In fact, that August in the year of my birth was a very stormy one and apparently even as a babe, I was never frightened of the storms – mainly I slept peacefully through them.

As I grew I became increasingly fascinated by storms and I’ve always been able to tell when a storm is coming, even before the clouds roll in and the ozone coats the air about us.  Every so often in my life there has been a special storm, one that feels familiar and right.  A deep gravitational pull exists between us, pulling us into each other’s sphere of being, speaking deeply of home and belonging.  She is the elemental force from which an unknowable part of me was sprung the night I was born, my mother storm.

As I sense mother storm I feel the need to go out and meet her; (for I cannot think of her as an ‘it’), to commune with her essence.  I can only describe it as a perfect feeling of being welcomed home.  She always comes when I need guidance or support, when my reserves are low and my spirit ebbing.  She infuses my being, filling me up with her rejuvenating power, firing my creativity with her lightning, warming my heart with her raucous thunder.  And as for her blessed rain?  Oh, to be kissed by her tears – for a moment to be washed clean of all my earthly bonds and pains is a truly indescribable experience.  For when her essence whips about me I am not of this earth – I am the wind, I am the rain and I dance to the thunder beneath the lancing lightning that binds my spirit to her.

Storm Swept - Copyright R.Weal 2011

Whilst I commune with her time stands still and yet moves faster than anything I have ever known.  The exceptional bond between us defies all reason.  When she leaves me I am bereft, for a moment so heartbroken I wonder how I will even find my next breath.  But then the world reasserts itself, my heart beats and I find that I am once again whole, infused with a new lustre and will to go on.  Her gift to me is the elemental sorcery that always resides within me, keeping me safe in the light until she can find me again.

She visited me earlier this month and brought forth a torrent of poetry and art (which you can see here in this post), stoking the fire into life from the dying embers of my creativity.  Below you will find the video I captured of my mother storm and the piece of poetic prose I wrote for her.  I hope maybe some of her power leaps out from them into you.

Thank you mother storm, ‘till we commune again I will ever be your earthbound daughter.

Tread safely in the light.

Wealie x

Reunited

She felt the presence long before she consciously understood. Something called up from deep within her – dormant electricity brought forth into being with only a thought, brightening the very blood within her veins to sing in anticipation.

Alive with power, glowing with effervescence and a pure spark of life, she stepped out into the world no longer entirely a part of it. The wind’s whispers grew into a loving caress, promising the birth of magic to come. Brooding clouds crowded about her, transforming her into an ethereal form. The very weather itself courted her like an attentive lover – framing her like an ancient goddess among men.

And then she knew; knew her storm was calling her home. So long since last they communed, too long since she was filled with the ancient power in her veins and blessed with the mighty kiss of the storm’s tears. So long since she had been absolved of all earthly bounds and shame.

Original Sketch of Storm Goddess - Copyright R.Weal 2011

“Come,” she plaintively called
“Come to me,” she breathlessly heaved
“Breathe new life into my tired soul.
Imbue these wizened veins with the elixir of your simple truth.
Release my true self and I will be your earthly emissary.”

And so her storm came, rushing over, under, around and through her – flooding her system with cleansing power, covering her with tears of joy as it sung her thunderous praises, ecstatically lighting up the sky with the excitement of their reunion. Woman and storm converged in sorcerous communion, her earth bound spirit set free, birthed anew in the tender love of her mighty Mother Storm.

With regretful motion the two were parted, neither knowing when next they would converge as one. But always within they carry a vital element of the other, so that they might always find each other across the long oceans of time and the lost, lonely valleys of each day and night. For in truth they can never truly be parted.

Ruth Weal

For Mother Storm, until we meet again I am ever your earthbound daughter
x

Written during a beautiful Summer Storm

Copyright R.Weal © 7 May 2011 1.10 am

They take over all your senses, the lightning and the brooding clouds burning into your retinas, the thunder pounding through your ears and the scent of ozone sizzling through your nostrils.  The feeling of anticipation that builds within me matches the building of power within the storm.

Here’s a picture of storm clouds over Glastonbury Tor, which is a black and white treatment of the picture Pregnant with power from my Up on the Tor flickr set that I took back in June 2007.  It was a strange day, I hadn’t planned to visit Glastonbury and ended up going on a whim as I was in the area.  The weather looked like it was going to downpour at any moment, but for the whole time that my Dad and I were up on the Tor the weather held and when we went down into Glastonbury and visited the chalice well gardens the clouds parted and the sun came out.  As you can see from the picture though and the rest of the flickr set, it was definitely pouring down elsewhere on the Somerset Levels!

Pregnant with Power - Copyright R.Weal 2007

Wealie x

WITNESS TO THE STORM

Today I bore witness to the storm
As others ran to shelter, I stepped out and watched it take form
Fat droplets of rain like a tentative caress
As lovers lips to lips might press
Each strike of lightening coruscating through my veins
Each clap of thunder danced across my emotional plane

The scent of the earth is spiced with heat
I sensed the social constraint within me deplete
A daughter of earth I stepped out from the fold
Waiting on Thor, for my vision to behold
My mood and the storm forever entwined in pace
The wisdom of ages writ across my face.

At one with the earth and sky
For a singular moment my soul could fly
I tasted of Mother Nature’s flesh
Understanding dawning of my one true quest
A conduit of power my body became
Perfectly contained, in this, my earthbound frame.

Dancing beneath the balming rain
Washing away my every pain
Absolved of all my sin
Soaked through beyond mere skin
Arms raised to heaven in supplication
Power mirrored within me in affirmation

Hunger for power, desire for knowledge
I unshackled the armour which society polished
Set free by nature and her storm divine
Even now it’s over, a part of her is ever mine
Mind and soul, body and storm enmeshed
I am blessed, I am blessed, I am blessed.

Ruth Weal
28 June 2005 7.29 pm

Copyright R.Weal 2005