I posted this Facebook update last night: “It is so eerily quiet at the moment as those of us on the East Coast are waiting for the you-know-what. Asking for calming, storm soothing energy to be offered, seeing all for the Highest Good. Having made it through Hurricane Andrew in Homestead, Florida in 1992 (even though our house didn’t): I trust in Divine perfection, since it enabled us to move back here.” At the moment, it is 7:30 a.m on Sunday morning. and after interrupted sleep, I am prepping for more than just this day. I awoke at 4 something with the thought that I needed to take care of some details, such as laundry, in case the power is out and I noticed that my son had stashed almost every towel in the house in his room. They are now pleasantly tumbling in the dryer. I filled pitchers with water and plastic bags with same, as recommended, to keep the freezer colder longer. I have a cell phone car charger, flashlights, candles, blankets, potty paper, non-perishables, took everything in that could fly about outside and what I couldn’t haul in, put bricks on top of them. Taking care of tasks helps me to stay calm. No use in panicking anyway, since it only feeds the fears. The storm shares a name with a dear friend who has been teased and praised for it. She, I reminded her, is a force of nature and asked that she chat with her namesake to fizzle it out and turn it into a spritz. I lend my energy to that cause too.
I laughed as I went back to bed for a few hours, recalling how I fastidiously cleaned our house in Homestead a day or so before Hurricane Andrew slammed into it and the only thing I left undone was a pile of laundry on the bed, prior to evacuation. THIS time, I have been folding and putting clothes away, perhaps a wee bit supersititious. Last time, a month or so prior to Andrew’s arrival, I had expressed a heartfelt desire to move back home from Florida to Pennsylvania and in retrospect, thought I should have asked for a clean, safe, neat and easy way to return, rather than via storm surge and Wizard of Oz winds. THIS time, I am specificially intending a smooth ride through the storm.
Later today, in my role as a minister, I will be officiating at the memorial service of the uncle of a friend in New Jersey and am making a 2 hour trek to get there. Seeing easy travel to and fro and that when I return home, my power will still be on and I engage in my normal routine. With that thought, comes a deep appreciation for all the creature comforts I do have, since many do not, on a regular basis. Never will I take them for granted, since I do remember the days 20 years ago post-hurricane (August 24, 1992) when I didn’t have them. Blessed to have had my parents’ home to stay in, that all three of our animals (dog, cat and rabbit) made it through safely, and that our insurance company (State Farm) took very good care of us.
Join me please in prayers (however you do it), that all is well on the other side of the storm. Be safe, folks. Take necessary precautions. Don’t drive if you don’t need to. That being said, evacuate if you are called on to do so. AND remember that your four legged, finned and feathered loved ones need to be looked after too. Just because I am also advising calm and not panic and fear, doesn’t mean in any way that I am not taking this seriously. Grateful in advance for the blessings that arise from this experience.
http://youtu.be/Obfci1CIqq8 Like A Hurricane-Neil Young