Second storm of the day

Well, we had a terrible storm around 4:30 this afternoon, and now, just before 10 p.m. we're in the midst of another one. The trailer is doing some rocking and hubby asked if I am scared. I've survived two heart attacks--I don't get scared much anymore. God knows who we are, where we are and what we need. I do feel bad for our dog--she is terrified of storms. Maybe it will pass quickly.

I talked to a couple of interesting women at my reading tonight. While we drove to the bottom of Palo Dura Canyon, they biked. One lady brought me a journal she has been keeping and after reading some of it I told her she has a poet's heart, and she truly does. It is not rhyme or even calling a piece a poem that makes it a poem, it is the words, the imagery, the sounds--she had it all. She had been to Bryce Canyon in Utah and encouraged me to go. Hope we can make a day trip over next week while we are at the Grand Canyon.

Palo Dura was really quite spectacular in its own way. I took Geology in college and I know it took a lot of years to create even a canyon the size of Palo Dura (how's that for a scientific explanation?) but I have to tell you I always see our Creator in the face of the walls of canyons, or the scrubby brush called a Mesquite tree, or in any part of nature. I can almost hear Him speaking the canyons into existence--I call this a crevice, and I call this a crag, and I call this a cleft in the rock--Let it be. Praise God from Whom all blessings flow.