I’ve felt this fear before.
It’s hard to tell if it is the fear of the people,
or the voice of my soul forewarning of impending disaster.
The force of the storm grows in intensity
and the level of fear rises right along with it.
Cars stacked along the highway waiting for pumps…
that no longer pump.
No fuel for those who waited,
no bottled water to be found for miles.
Hard to prepare when
everybody prepares at once.
I know better now how to handle my energy
so I stay calm and plan to weather the storm
holed up in my little condo,
knowing the sounds
and the windows breathing…
in and out…
will wear down my patience
to the point that I just can’t take
one minute longer!
But before that can happen
Matthew jogs west
and the order for
a mandatory evacuation
But where can we go?
Fear rises in my throat
and I immediately question
my decision to stay calm for so long!
Did my newfound sense of peace and love
leave me stranded and completely
in the face of
a Cat 4 Hurricane?
Hello my friends. It’s hard for me to write this as I watch the news and see how Haiti was obliterated by Hurricane Matthew. He is moving up the coast and destroying all he comes in contact with. I don’t know how these things are decided, a little jog to the east or west and some are spared…and some are not!
I have many feelings to deal with. We waited so long to evacuate, it was almost too late. You stay glued to the television watching a monster of a storm slowly get closer. You look outside and it seems surreal because “The calm before the storm” doesn’t give you any indication of the fury that is about to be unleashed.
I am full of BLESSITUDE. My family and friends all survived with minimal damage. The storm took a little turn to the east which kept the eye wall from making landfall on us. So many others were not as blessed and it makes me cry, huge tears from my heart. It hurts so much I don’t know where to place these feelings.
Friday was a fog. My body moved as I put my home back together. When you evacuate and you look at what to pack you get a better sense of what is important to you. The rest you leave behind and your mind works overtime as you try to secure them in ways that they might be protected, all the while trying to ignore the thought that a Cat 4 making a direct hit this close to the ocean I love, could mean there would be NOTHING LEFT!
I gently returned each belonging to its proper place as tears full of prayers dropped for those who did not have the same outcome.