Dreaming of a thunderstorm: when tension releases
“Thunderstorms come to those in whom enough has accumulated — and who need to allow it to come out.”
“Thunderstorms come to those in whom enough has accumulated — and who need to allow it to come out.”
“Rainbows come to those who have already passed through rain — and are ready to see what has become possible.”
“Fog comes to those who, inside, have grown tired of clarity — and need permission not to know.”
“Snow comes to those who need a pause inside — and a clean page underfoot.”
“Wind comes to those in whom something has already risen that cannot bear enclosed spaces.”
“Stones come to those who, deep inside, are seeking what will not change — something solid to lean against.”
“Fields come to those who, deep inside, have already sown — and do not yet know that the shoots are already breaking through.”
“The desert comes to those who, deep inside, have grown weary of excess — and are ready to learn what remains when everything falls away.”
“Caves come to those who, deep inside, are already ready to meet what has long been waiting in the dark.”
“Mountains come in dreams to those who have already begun the ascent within — and do not yet know it.”
“An earthquake comes in dreams to those who have long been holding on to what can no longer hold them.”
“A volcano comes in dreams to those who carry within them a force they have not yet dared to call their own.”
“Lightning comes in dreams to those in whom understanding has long been ripening — and is finally asking for a way out.”
“A candle comes in dreams to those who are already carrying light — and do not yet know it.”
“A bonfire visits those who carry the memory of circles — where people sat together and knew: as long as the fire burns, no one is lost.”
“Wildfire visits those in whom something has long been asking for the right to burn.”
“Fire visits those in whom something has long been asking: burn.”
“Ice visits those in whom something living waits — patiently and persistently — for permission to thaw.”
“Not every feeling is an ocean. Sometimes a stream is enough to remind you: you are alive.”
“The swamp remembers everything the earth is in a hurry to forget — and holds it safe until the time is right.”