Yesterday we were visited by Gustav, a hurricane/tropical-storm/hurricane-again that sat himself on top of Jamaica for much longer than any storm should. In the wee hours of this morning, not yet dawn, wind gusts, lightening, and a loud bang conspired to leave us without electricity. I lay in bed making shadow figures with a fading flashlight, rendered unable to sleep by rattling windows daring the batons to break, and the sound of thunder and roof shingles wrestling the wind. With every crash-bang-pop outside I imagined poor Charlie Brown aflight, never to be seen again, or crumpled under a felled tree…
Today’s news is bleak. Parishes are flooded, and still the rain persists, houses have washed down river, roofs gone missing, farmland toppled and roads and bridge collapsed…
It’s later, the clouds begin to part and I venture outside. What of my dear Charlie Brown? I was 70% sure all I would see were broken potshards in its place, but there it stood unscathed as the sunshine emerged over our heads with a message for me “nature is intrepid, more so than you believe and as a part of nature you are too”… Okay so Mother Nature sounded awful Hallmark just now. I suppose you were expecting something truly epic to emerge from the lips of a parted sky. Call me a cheeseball, but you know what I mean, flood waters will recede and we’ll pick up the pieces and get on with life, hopefully we’ll live it even better.
I wish you well and hope you weathered the storm. May each storm only wash away the worst of us.
Muchos besitos
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