Through the Storm

Well, we are all breathing a sigh of relief from our week of dilemma’s; earthquakes, hurricanes – yes, our mettle has been tested, and look, whoever is reading this on the East coast has come through the storm.  Maybe a bit frazzled and worn, but thank God, we’re still here.  In this part of the world, everything is leaning or twisted, including us, because as of last night we were still clinging to the righteous stench left from our morning bird bathes – but all, I think, are none the worst for wear, and ready to continue on, renewed.  However, since we had no power for three days, I had no idea how rough things had become in the Northeast.  Now, after watching the goings on, and reading the e-mails from my Writing Loop it all makes my three-day power outage appear like a camping trip.  But for me, all of this has taught me what modern-day equipment/electronics I cannot do without: External modems, air conditioning, generators, connectors for iPods, cell phones, and undisturbed and functioning satellites.  We have come this far in time, but one natural disturbance, and we’re all catapulted back a lot of years – when 2011 quickly becomes 1960.

Here in the Southeast I dealt with three-day long (for some), and widespread power outages, missing shingles, so many downed trees, downed power lines, and downed trees on power lines.  This is sad, because some of those trees appeared to have age on them; the kind that were here in the 1600s – the ones that had stories to tell, if they could.  Also, going out to eat had been wishful thinking as not only your neighbor’s house sat dark, so did the local restaurant/watering hole.  I must say, this is my first and I hope last encounter with such a hurricane.  But, at least all the community rallied, sharing whatever resources they had that could help another.  In fact, as I wrote this yesterday, I watched the Home Owner’s Association workers walk around holding shingles and peering toward the sky as they tried to determine what went where, while the clouds began to build again as another rain shower became imminent – an evident left over rain ban from Irene (and if she’s reading this, not Peterson).

But, assuredly we’re slowly coming back in this area.  On Sunday, we stood in line for one hour to get coffee at a local Dunkin Donuts; the only place brewing a bean – go figure.  However, since this is the south, there is that hospitality that began from the time we stepped on-line until we reached the counter.  Then, I realized, half the people we’d been talking to weren’t locals at all; they were tourists from Chicago, Texas and around the corner from where I lived in New York, and New Jersey, which helps me remember that basically no matter where you are, when there is any type of disruption such as this – the good, the soul, the spirit that our Creator built really does live deep inside, and it renews my belief in humanity.

My husband is a believer – he always says basically, people are friendly, they sometimes just don’t realize it.  But, all you have to do is break the ice and begin talking – they usually open up.  I say that, and I have to chuckle, because there is this little experiment in sociology he does that makes me laugh.  He likes to catch people off guard by speaking to them.  Then, he watches and smiles as they fumble for their voice to respond.

One last thing, I’d like to send my heartfelt sympathies to all the families of those souls who were lost in this storm.  After that last rain ban moved through yesterday, we went for a drive, and right behind my house sat the most beautiful, no beginning and no end rainbow.  I know for some, it may not appear a rainbow type moment, but we all have a kind of built-in shock absorber, if you will.  Just take some deep breaths, put your head down, and plow through.  This too shall pass.