When I was about six and Madisen was about 51, she took my two cats and me to the beach on Puget Sound.  It was overcast, the beach was quiet and we sat in the warm sand playing with the cats, watching the little waves splash up.

She said that if we counted the waves, at the ninth one or so would come a set that was larger than average.  When the set passed, we would start counting again, and gno the pattern. 

Stormy days come when there's no apparent pattern to the waves, but the periods always pass.  Madisen's opening my awareness to the waves helped me gno that the stormy days are part of an underlying pattern of order.  Tranquility.

I love you Grandma