Kirkepiscatoid

From lightning and tempest; from earthquake, fire, and
flood; from plague, pestilence, and famine,
Good Lord, deliver us.

Finally, one I can chew!

I am thinking about how “big weather” awes me. So much so, that I tend to want to be “a little too close to it.” It makes me feel really really alive. I am so hooked on the power of tornadoes, big waves, storms...and definitely more than a little hooked on fire. My grandpa, back in the days when we still burned our trash in the barrel, used to joke that I was the only person he ever saw who liked to burn the trash one piece at a time, and liked to sit and watch every single thing burn!

I hate to admit it, but sometimes I crave a little too much lightning and tempest and fire. When I am feeling psychologically “blunted”, I crave it to the degree it’s destructive...like it will “wake me up and make me feel alive again.” It can manifest itself in me by “looking for molehills” or “barking at things that are not there.”

Sometimes I can’t leave things that are “not quite perfect but good enough” well enough alone. I have to get all obsessive-compulsive about them, and the end result for me spiritually is “plague, pestilence, and famine.” I will go form being irritated to being morose, with the little black cloud over my head.

I am not afraid of storms. But I need to learn not to think I need to stand in the middle of every one of them!