21 Nov a most violent rain storm
18th July I was in the barn painting yesterday when yet another thunder storm tipped the sky upside down. Rainfall was more like oversized ocean waves hitting my tiny boat, meaning: I felt so small and helpless. All of a sudden a huge, long-lasting flash of lightning came, along with a simultaneously loud crashing thunder bolt, like two cars hitting. My insides screamed. I felt a sudden movement in the barn, as though the barn got hit. (I know something got hit, but I have lightning rods on the roof). I kept painting, holding my brushes. However, I got thalo blue all over my left arm, and when I went in the house, there was green on my face. I must have jumped! I knew I was painting well because I kept the momentum of such good feeling painting. It is a physical sensation; my body knows before I do when it is going so well, just flowing out of my arms and hands. If I died in the storm, I was still painting. They would say, “She died doing what she most loved doing in life.” Best part of it all, I would not even know that I had died.