It seems the last couple of weeks have revolved around hurricanes and fires. Actually, most of my summer, if you begin with the house fire my parents had in June. Most of the west is on fire. Smoke hangs everywhere. The light is brassy and uncomfortable. Ironically of course, Harvey and Irma bring all too much water and wind to the impacted areas. Not to mention Katia, and of course, who mentions that one, so little and only hitting Mexico. And on top of that, the earthquake there. Massive.
My cousin and her husband were in St. Maarten when Irma went through. They are okay. Got evacuated in a C130 with some other people. Scary, but memorable, I suppose. The worst part is Irma is heading for their home after Florida, so hopefully their house comes through okay.
I keep feeling there ought to be something to learn in all this insanity. Something to take away that’s positive somehow or teaches me something about life. So far I’m not seeing it. Mostly I’m still dealing with the day-to-day of my life, which some days aren’t so easy, but then, who’s life is? I guess that’s what we learn. Even when the big events happen–good and bad–we keep keeping on.
I’m incredibly heartened by the level of caring and generosity in our nation as people reach out to those in need and in trouble during these dreadful events. I can’t help but feel hope that we’ll see more of that in our daily lives toward one another.
Tomorrow I think I’m going to pick some things in the garden, maybe pull a few weeds, and listen to the birds and pet the dogs and be glad for everything good in my life, and maybe even be a little glad for the bad.
I hope all of you and yours are safe today.