Springtime in Denver

Spring in Denver is even more drastic than Winter. Yesterday morning was warm and sunny and in the late afternoon we had a thunderstorm that resulted in a torrential hailstorm that lasted half an hour. I was caught out in my truck in a parking lot and I will admit it was not a pleasant experience.

While I sat there, listening to the golf ball sized hail pound the windows and seriously praying that the windows didn’t get shattered (it happened to several parked cars), I thought about how temporary life is. Moments earlier I was enjoying the sunshine and loading my new work table into the back of the truck. Now I was watching the cardboard on the table get battered all to hell as other customers hid under awnings, wondering, like I, how long we would be stuck there.

I thought about everyone that didn’t have a truck or a home to use as shelter. I thought about what if the hail were bombs and that our shelter would be an allusion, as glass and steel do not stop bombs.

Once I was home and could see the piles of hail on the shade cloth covering my newly planted basil varieties, I was once again reminded how precious life is. And again how privileged I am. I am not growing those plants for survival or for a living. I am growing them because I want to. And that is a blessing in itself.

Our privilege is our greatest strength. May we use it wisely.

With love,

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Jessica 

when energy flows, wellness grows

Photo credit: The Denver Post