The Calm After the Storm

Last night, the peaceful fishing villages and surrounding coastal nature experienced an intense thunderstorm. At 9:30pm, lightning struck my old house, and the power went out. No lights. Not water. Just candlelight and a sunset bursting with fiery red colours. Like nature's fireworks, celebrating something sacred.

I truly believe if we are open and curious enough, nature becomes a mirror of what's unfolding within us. And the way we choose to see it reveals so much about the path ahead.

They say "the calm before the storm." But this thunderstorm felt ike a calm after the storm. A moment of clarity and renewal. A return to peace after intensity and turmoil. Like a deep exhale. A time of integration. A season of release and gentleness. It leaves me feeling more grounded, more connected, more filled with quiet wisdom.

These past months have been a journey through an inner storm. And the beauty is what the storms leave behind. Clearer air, a space for sunshine, freedom, and creativity.

Today the sun broke through the clouds, and the heat of the day burned away any energy that no longer belongs to me. I felt my fears and doubts melt away as I stepped into a new chapter of life. One rooted in inner strength and compassion.This storm felt both beautiful and symbolic.

I have now reached my second Summer here at my beautiful 1860 homestead. A new chapter is unfolding. Fireweed blooming in my garden, fiery pink skies, and coastal storms clearing the path forward to what is meant to be.

Sending you lots of love,

Annika