Hello dear readers,
It was with great gratitude that I drove into my driveway yesterday in the wee hours of the morning to see my house, and all the houses in our neighborhood, undamaged by Milton. I feel very, very fortunate.
I want to thank all of you who sent messages of support and concern, or held me in your heart; you lifted me up and carried me through.
I also send blessings to all those who are still rescuing, grieving, digging, and rebuilding. It may be a long, arduous road for many.
As I put my house and yard back in order, I leave you with a short poem. xox M
The Signs
I’m certain
they’re watching me
blunder along:
left, right
then
left again,
bumbling my way
through the
unmapped;
fumbling
in fits and starts
toward something
I keep referring to
as freedom, but
might as well be home,
all the while
ignoring what’s placed
along the path.
Right, left,
then
right again,
I’m certain
they’re shaking their heads,
exchanging knowing glances
like parents
at an Easter egg hunt,
their kid
blowing past
egg after egg
in broad daylight.
I’m certain
of little
in this life
but I know for sure
they’re watching,
waiting,
loving and hoping
I’ll finally navigate
this crazy world
by following
all
the blessèd signs
Beautiful post, Mary. Your word 'home' that keeps recurring touches me deeply. That is what's missing, isn't it? There's something profoundly 'not at home' in our current situation.
I woke up thinking about your comment on my miracle post that they happen more and more when you notice them. I was thinking 'watch what you wish for.' If there had been no hurricane, if you or your house had never been in danger, even if you'd had a full tank of gas, that wouldn't have been a miracle. It takes things going wrong and getting you to that point of adrenaline overload for the miracle to happen.
And maybe that keeps ramping up because the little things aren't enough to convince us to be calm and welcome the big things. That's why I'm paying fierce attention to the little ones! No big lessons needed, spirit! Ya hear me?
....my brother just moved to Sarasota last week,
he and his wife are safe, but their new house is seriously damaged.
He has little choice but to rebuild, though the insurance
companies will probably balk at so many payouts.
I still worry for the safety of the extended portion of Florida or any similar peninsula.
People are gradually staring to understand how VERY much
their own governments want them dead, though accepting this is
quite difficult; it was a hurdle for me, initially. It's nothing personal,
they might say, just to balance the books. Never forget.