{Photo via Pinterest} There is music in the storm — a rhythm and flow to the way it rages. The crashing of the waves, the strumming of nature’s guitar, the fall of the rain hitting the world like fingers pressing down on the keys of a piano, the howling of the wind a horn section ...
The distance we create between ourselves is learned, I believe, habituated with responses that become ingrained, and so feel natural. But the truth is, when I or anyone gets angry in the bubble of a car, that anger derives not from tangled traffic, harried lateness or enervated fatigue. No, the ...