The Gathering Storm

There are always signs that a storm is coming.  A graying of the skies, the leaves on the trees gently rustle and thin branches gently bend, birds flutter to shelter in the bushes and an oppressive doomsday feeling closes in as the temperature steadily drops.
Then, as the darkness continues to swallow up every last shard and pinhole of light, a sense of the inevitable settles on the observer and suddenly the realisation dawns:  there is no escape from this.
I am powerless.
The body sends subtle messages that all is not well.  We ignore them at our peril.  We busy ourselves pretending this storm will pass us by, and the body screams louder, and louder still.
We can survive the gravest of storms, but only if we face up to the fact that the storm is happening and we take the steps required to get us safely to the other side where peace and calm await.
We are powerful.  Take action and be the person your body knows you can be.
"If you want to see the sunshine, you have to weather then storm." - Frank Lane