I’m working through something.
It feels big.
Though who knows—
maybe it’s just like opening a pressurized can of tennis balls.
Still. For me, big.

This idea of ground-to-sky lightning came to me.
At first I thought it was just my dyslexic mind showing itself—
because isn’t lightning supposed to go sky to ground?

So I did what we do now.
I asked Google. I asked AI.

What came back surprised me.

Ground-to-sky lightning is real.
Rare.
An upward flash.

A negative strike drops from the cloud,
but before it hits the ground,
something rises.
A positive streamer—
from a mountain, a tower,
the earth itself—
and it surges upward.

Wow – Wonder- Electric

Apprently I didn’t need Google or AI.

Just yesterday I had a really cool meeting
with a kind man
who spoke of the masculine, feminine,
and the elements—earth, fire, water, air.
His secret source and wisdom

Encouraged me and all to listen better, deeper and trust

From earth to air – feet to brian – Earth-Fire-Water-Air

And in me Electric Patience showed up.
In a strange way,
it felt like my own
masculine and feminine meeting.

Now I wait.

Inside me, the lightning is fast—
fireflies, sparks, ideas.
Busy. Bright. Jumping.

The feminine is slower.
Rooted.
More like lava.
And mucus
(yes, I just had a cold moving through my body—
mucus fits).

She’s not in a hurry.
She demands patience.

As the surge comes from the depths—
dragons becoming dragonflies.

Not ground fire.

A storm of fireflies and dragonflies instead.

I’m found a new kind of fuel from fire.

Where before it was combustion – now a dance of fire in sky
I like that.

A gift from Electric Patience.

May there be more.