Be Still

Today is the day after Father's Day and I feel a little intimidated. My daughter acquired for me, as a Father's day gift, my own personal blog. I am now to be known as "Wordsmith" and my blog is www.thomasgmoore.com. Now aren't we impressed? Wow! Now if I only knew what to do with it. I am daunted by the prospect of learning something as new as this. I am writing in Word and I chose a " Blog Post" format instead of a regular "single spaced document" which for me is a step into the unknown.Of course Word wanted me to register my blog and give them all my information, including my password. It scared me to death so I exited and checked "Will Register Later" That will give me time to harass my daughter to steer me thru the complexities of this new endeavor. I know she just sighed heavily as she read this, such are the duties of a daughter.

I was pondering on what topic I could write about in this, my new blog post. My blog has all my poems and all my inane rantings(which I now have to edit) that I have plagued her with over the years. It seems I will now be publishing them and subjecting myself to the views of everyone who reads my blog, which intimidates me somewhat. I will no longer have a captive audience(my daughter). I have always shared my pieces and comments with my friends and almost all of them are of like minds so I will now be opening myself to criticism. Heavy Pause!

I live in southwest Texas and it's very hot here. We are in the triple digits and will remain so for the summer with the exception of thunderstorms or a possible hurricane moving inshore. I tell people of the heat here and you can see they don't quite believe you but it's true and you acclimate if you live here.It's a desert heat and there is little humidity thus you don't sweat when you get out of the shower. I grew up on the steamy coast of Northwest Florida with all its humidity, lakes, ponds, rivers and of course the bays and the Gulf of Mexico. Alas! I know I am nattering around trying to get to what I want to say.

Yesterday I was in my recliner watching Fox News and the program"The Five" which comes on about 4:00 PM. I heard some distant thunder, I then used my cell phone and pulled up "The Weather Channel" and looked at the radar for my area. Sure enough there was an isolated thunderstorm approaching from the southeast. It was small but bright red and I hoped it would pass over us and give my lawn some needed water.

It was at this point that I turned off my TV and prepared myself a beer with some clamato(Clam and tomato juice beverage) and proceeded to my garage. I unfolded my"Academy Sporting Goods " lawn chair and sat down just inside my garage to avoid getting wet. My two yellow labs accompanied me so I ordered them to sit so they sat and then laid down as I deposited myself into my chair. I was as ready as if there were fireworks on the Fourth of July. I watched with anticipation as the storm approached. It was dark and ominous and was approaching quickly so I knew there would be some wind in it but such are thunderstorms.

To be apprehensive or afraid is not who I am. I revel in the stupendousness of Mother Nature. I am awestruck by the sheer magnificence of it all. I glory in the fact that I am in its midst and can feel the grandeur of God. Different strokes for different folks, Right? I have been concerned several times in my life. I once sank in a hurricane in July 1979. I was caught in a thunderstorm, on a boat, in the bay and watched everyone hair stand up like Buckwheat's on the Little Rascals show. There was so much static in the air that it crackled but we weren't struck. Close calls for sure but those circumstances were out of my control. What I am talking about is the topic of this blog.

I calmed myself to be still and participate or be an observer as Mother Nature expressed herself in the epiphany of the moment. I had to find that word and it's a good one for what I was experiencing. I watched as the first big wet drops fell and splattered upon my driveway, then they became faster and faster until there was a torrent. I watched as the street was washed of all the dirt and dust and as my plants seem to exclaim with thunderous applause as they drank gleefully of the abundance. The storm didn't last long, perhaps 20 minutes. I then began to glimpse some blue sky towards the south You might think the story over but such is not the case.

As I sat there in that dim greenish tint or after thunderstorm glow, I witnessed an amazing thing which I hadn't really expected. It was so still and so fresh and then I started seeing all the birds in my neighborhood(I know them because I feed them scratch corn every day in my backyard) performing all these aerobatic maneuvers while in flight. I was fascinated and looked on more curiously. It was then I saw all the nymphs or as science calls them"Alates", filling the air. I wasn't sure if they were termites or fire ants but they were lifting off and on the wing and fluttering everywhere. The birds were feasting on the bounty that only God can provides"behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns: yet your heavenly father feeds them" Matthew 6 vs 26, KJV. I am not a religious person but I am a spiritual one and a moral one. I believe God to be life and Mother Nature his (her) (its) plan. "What ever blows your skirt up!"

There was hardly a breath of air so where were they coming from? I then noticed the birds gathering on the ground in the vacant lot across the street. God's creatures are not so dumb, they had found the source of the swarm and were on the ground partaking of the feast before it could get airborne. I sat there with my dogs who gazed on as intently as I at the phenomena. I finished my beer and as twilight descended, I felt a pang, call it love or just appreciation or acknowledgement of GOD and all of creation.I can only hope that one day all of you will take the time to "Be still and know that I Am GOD" Psalms 46: vs 10, KJV.

GOD is that cool drink of water that slakes the thirst of my soul

By me, Thomas Gregory Moore


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