“You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems and suffer and understand, for all that is life.” ~ Jiddu Krishnamurti
March blew in like a lion. I suspect yesterday’s migraine was caused, in no small part, by the massive springtime front pushing into the area. Having slept restlessly through a night of storms, I awoke to feel as if my head was squeezed in a vise to which I could not find the handle, let alone loosen. That’s when the major squall line was pushing through. Its fury pounded my stone house. The roof sounded as if it would take flight. The nearby tornado siren warbled in the 60+ mile per hour gusts. Meanwhile, Wally lay nonplussed by the whole affair, and frankly, so did I. My head hurt so bad that the backyard tree could have fallen on me as I lay in bed, and I would have had little to say beyond, “Ow.” Eventually the front cleared leaving me to nurse the classic migraine hangover with hot coffee and silence. By late afternoon, Wally and I ventured out to assess the damage. The roof was still on tight. The stone house solid as a drum. The dying oak did lose a few limbs, but that’s not unusual. It’s dying. It drops limbs on a calm day. And all these are gifts for which I give thanks this evening. In all things there are linings of silver and gold, even migraines and spring storms.