Warmth in the storm

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Here it comes….

not the pretty Thomas Kincaid

kind of  picturesque snowfall.

This is a blizzard

with thousands of tiny flakes

pounding down

 dancing in the wind.

Rooftops are covered in seconds,

the windshields of the cars

look like a crystal mosaic.

How is it

that I love this protective feeling

being so sheltered from the storm.

How I want to go walking

in it and let it rage through me….

I am in the eye of the storm.

I am loved.

I am protected.

I have the blessings

of the love of the Inner Master,

the love of you dear hearts,

and the warmth of my inner love of life.

Which warms me during any of life’s winter storms.

I also have you

building the fire in my eyes.