Have you ever paused in the middle of a storm? Not out of fear or urgency, but out of curiosity. Just stopped—stood still long enough to witness the exact moment a raindrop lands in a puddle. That delicate instant when water meets water, and ripples bloom outward like silk unraveling across glass. It’s subtle, easy to miss, but mesmerizing if you catch it.
And it's happening in the midst of everything—the noise, the wind, the rush. While the storm howls and rain lashes the landscape, that small, perfect movement unfolds as if untouched by the noise. The storm doesn't stop it. Can’t stop it. In fact, the storm gives rise to it.
There’s something quietly sacred about this. Something holy about the small, beautiful moments always unfolding around us, even in chaos— perhaps especially in chaos. In the thick of disorder, the earth knows how to be gracious.
We just have to stop. Just for a breath. Take notice. Look closely. The activity on our planet is still full of wonder, even when it rages.
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