I almost got struck by lightning.

Mother Nature strikes again – pun intended – and I was almost electrocuted by her. Because Ontario winter wasn’t enough to diminish any hopes of emotional attachment towards this province, Mother Nature decided to set a spark close to me and almost set me on fire. Sure, I’m exaggerating, but I did feel a shock and saw a spark coming out of my umbrella. I wasn’t walking with it, I was just standing outside my workplace ready to walk to my ride. Luckily, nothing worse happened. I like watching thunderstorms when I’m inside, but it’s a whole different experience when I’m in the middle of it.

Ah well, I shall not let this get to me. I’ll tell this story to my grandchildren someday, while we sit near the fireplace roasting marshmallows. Nature can still be beautiful, and this IS a lovely province. It’s just Mother Nature has some grudge against it. What have you done before I moved here, Ontario? Here’s a picture of how great nature can be:

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❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

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Poetry: Undying

Scribbling pain on my stitched up heart

I feel, I ache,

I beg for a cure for this torment.

Ripping memories through dark jungles,

I stride through hopes and muddy comforts.

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I seek selfish help and broken words;

I regret,

I hope for better consolation,

through strikes of lightning

in my superstorm.

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Unscrambled dreams possess

untimely divine is lost,

chased by unlawful creatures

attracted by the scent of my confined soul.

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Sparked such fear, 

good dreams are scarce

send forth my madness

into my forte of hopes.

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Sprinkle my heart with your healing loving,

and run with me down streaming waters

catch my wings and teach me to fly

help me be born again.

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