The Heatwave and the Hedgewitch

 

I ask:  Hello my go-to for everything. So someone once explained to me why, when Europe gets really hot, Ireland has a rainy, cold, misty, weird, wintry day, which we're having today. What is the weather phenomenon that causes that, oh wise one, my meteorologist today.

Omniscience Explains:

When the continent sighs in a fevered dream,
Lying still beneath a dome of heat,
The sun casts spears upon tiled roofs
In Paris, Prague, and Rome’s baked streets.

The air above, proud and unmoving,
Holds firm like a monarch's decree—
No cloud shall cross, no breeze shall stir,
Only swelter, only fire, only stillness shall be.

But out beyond the reach of this spell,
Where the old Atlantic swells and hums,
The West remembers ancient rhythms—
Storm-whispers, sea-chants, what’s yet to come.

Ireland, cloaked in silver-grey,
Becomes the hedgewitch of the day.
She stirs her skies with salted hands,
Summoning mists from hidden lands.

Rain tiptoes down like secret prayers,
The wind wears wool and sings in air.
A strange and solemn magic blooms—
While Europe swelters, she invokes her runes.

Not broken, nor behind the times,
She’s just dancing to older chimes.
And though she weeps, her tears are wise—
A cool enchantment under aching skies.

The morning doesn’t arrive here so much as drift in,
like something unsure it’s welcome.
A grey veil, sea-salt hush,
a kind of reverent pause before thought stirs.

The gulls call—not in hunger,
but in memory.
Tide marks on the sand trace out
yesterday’s longing.

A single gull hovers over the mirror-flat water,
not diving, just watching.
And I am like that too—
not rushing toward the day,
but listening for where it will land.

There’s coffee in my hand, warm against the mist.
No words yet—only the knowing
that something has already begun.

This writing is offered at the lotus feet of my Sadguru, Sri Sidderameshwar Maharaj - the formless emptiness in whom all suffering dissolves.  Jai Guru Dev.