Last night I woke to the sound of the weather station going off.  A thunderstorm was on the way to Lindsborg.

I have been drawn to live in a place that is real and not manufactured.  I have always felt a  a need to live large and exposed.

So I opened the shades and curled up under the covers to watch the clouds explode in a light show.  Weather in Kansas is a panoramic, epic cinema that unfolds before me.  Ever changing, it expresses to my eyes and ears the ebb and flow of the Universe.  It never fails to impress and delight in it’s realness.  It is a constant reminder that I am, and this world is, alive.  There is a power greater than myself that directs the show.