A storm is a charismatic event. We are drawn to the energy, captivated by it, in awe of it. The destructive force is something we admire - and why is this? Could it be its ability to bring about rapid change is something we yearn for? Do we so not want what we have, and constantly hanker after something else, that even the bringing down of what is familiar holds some kind of lure?
We have been led to believe our day to day rituals, that potentially hold such wisdom, are nothing more than drudgery. Who wants to peel the vegetables, wash the laundry, clean the windows? Not me... I want to be successful, a 'winner', have everything! I want everything - everything I don't have! Our discontent is rife in these days of instant gratification.
The sea has everything contained within it. It doesn't need anything else in order to exist. It is whole, and it is free. We are like this. Truly we are. All our angst, aggression, dissatisfaction and sadness is born of a mind that is determined to poison itself. If this was not the case there would be no war on this planet.
There is enough to go round. We only have to share it.
Here in the UK we are building new houses as never before. The ground is being carved up and covered in concrete to house the rapidly expanding population. Our precious ancient woodland is being destroyed. Our green spaces - our breathing spaces - are being covered over. Slowly and surely are suffocating our Earth.
Last night I found myself browsing on Google Earth, and somehow I ended up looking at a street view of Baltimore in the USA. Road after road revealed lines and lines of boarded up houses. Houses very similar to my own. They looked like Victorian terraces, once cared for but now turning to dust. Why does no one live there? Why are they falling to ruin? Don't you think those 1000s of refugees living in squalor would give their eye teeth for a chance to have a home? Can no one see the nonsense in it all? We have 1000s of 'second homes' standing empty most of the year. These are for the very few getting to have their getaway place - their retreat from the craziness of city life - while all around people die, the trees fall, the wildlife suffers and ultimately so do we.
There is nothing I can do. Nothing. I am a witness to madness. While I live, my destiny is to observe the insanity playing out around me. Our leader preaches austerity while he spends more on a jacket and one pair of trousers than he expects a disabled person to live on for a whole year. There are always billions available to kill people in horrific ways, but so little to ease the lives of the helpless and the homeless. We throw away good food by the ton and let the needy go hungry. This is us.
We are obsessed with rage and anger, with greed and want.
People enjoy watching suffering - they actively seek it out. After all, we write books, make movies and video games to glorify death. Brave soldiers falling as they carry their flag, proud to die for their country.. Really? Who gets to ask them if they still feel that way as the life flows from them... Running out as it does, like the tide.
Humanity is capable of so much. So much good, and so much evil. In every moment we get to choose.