The winds of necessity

On the night that I last wrote in my Journal the skies grew so dark I could not concentrate and laid my journal aside tell morning . Sleep would not come as the winds howled loudly down the halls of the monastery. Usually I lover a good storm, but this one seemed menacing. Looking out of the window I could see the tree silhouettes against the gray sky, thrashing and bending back and forth to the ground. The thunder roared in the heavens. While I stood there, half exited and half fearful, a blinding streak of lightening lit up the courtyard as a swirling black cloud rushed towards the monastery. It was at that moment that a tornado lifted me from my cell, transported me wildly to the wind of necessity, and sent me back on the path of priority. Last night I was gently placed back in my bed, in my cell, in the Abbey as creativity energy once more welcomed me back.