Last night there were violent protests all over France (govt reform of the retirement pension regime) and an electric storm travelled across our area. As often happens, it followed the Garonne at a furious rate, and we only saw sheet lightning, very briefly.
This morning, the Oracle gave me this poem that I find disturbing and shall probably go back to her later, check that she’s feeling better.
Some storms
My storm is the one you should run from,
the one you watch to make sure it doesn’t boil,
but even a mother is not only milk of human kindness,
she will walk, treading fierce in the footsteps of the lost
to the shore, and when the storm breaks, it will not be
madness that draws up the sea in a roaring mantle of fury,
but the mother’s despair and the child’s blank eyes that
cradle this world in spent arms and put time to sleep.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Ominous. Makes me want to stay indoors today.
The wind is cold today and the sky’s covered. Something was messing about under the porch last night, knocking plants over. Everything seems off-kilter today.
If that were my porch, it would be foxes messing about.
It might have been a fox. I put food out behind the barn, but I have smelled fox in the porch occasionally. Animals like toads and hedgehogs come around the house, wander into the porch and decide they like it there. It’s chaotic when the dogs go out for their last pee before bedtime.
I haven’t seen a hedgehog around here for years. They used to snuffle right by our door every night – no longer.
They’re getting scarce everywhere. Last year was very hard for them because there were so few insects.
Oh, that is disturbing! And sad. I hope if you go back, she feels a bit more hopeful.
Fortunately, the Oracle knew about my lovely morning walk–yesterday–and decided to base her poem on that, not the news here.
I went back and used only the words she gave me again. Weird poems.
She knows there’s only so much gloom we can take.
I will take a look now.
Unfortunately an accurate reflection of our world. I too hope she finds a less despairing message for you later. Mine is poised on the edge, questioning, as usual. (K)
I looked at the next set of tiles and used the words that she gave me and not much else. Same with the third set. She wrote the messages, neither hopeful nor lyrical. Only the second half of the last poem made sense.
I will check them out…I’m lagging in my blog visits today.
as soon as I walked out the door, early this morning, I was met with a strong, freezing, and unexpected wind.
The wind is unsettling. Eerie. And when it’s too cold or hot or wild, it frightens me.