She edges across the Irish sky from the south west. Traveling on the wind, changing moment to moment. From first thing in the morning we wonder about what we are in for, what mood will our weather bring today.
Forming a boundary in our relationships, when we go beyond weather talk we are real friends. When we go beyond the comfort zone. Writing is like that too. Going down through the layers to share. Going deep sometimes, or reaching out beyond the barriers.
And when we ask how are you today of each other? Can we stand a gloomy weather report on our moods? Can we listen to sadness and overwhelm, dark and deep thoughts, fear and disappointment?
Just like the skies that roll in minute on minute, night and day, we move and turn. I listen to these transitions everyday, the struggles of change, and seem to hold hearts in my hand while the weather rolls over, patiently waiting until the light returns.
And it does return every morning.
It's Mental Health Week 2013