For the raindrop, joy is in entering the river…
Travel far enough into sorrow, tears turn into sighing;
When after a heavy rain, the storm clouds disperse,
Is it not that they’ve wept themselves clear to the end?
Must we weep deep seated tears of pain that well up from the depths of our soul, to free the chains; the bondage of our being, so that we can finally be ‘wept clear to the end?’
We are not different. We cry and bleed the same. In the face of a storm with sustained winds of 150 mph barreling towards us, we all feel the same fear.
We all forget about our possessions as we try to find a way to cling to life. Perhaps, in the few golden moments of silence between preparations, we question ourselves as to how we’ve spent our time here, and maybe we bargain that we will do better after this great event…should we get the chance.
The fear is palpable. It starts out as a very egocentric, selfish need to take care of yourself. I watch as angry people yell and juggle position at a gas station because they fear the gas will run out before they fill their own tank. It is every man for himself.
But then, thankfully, I see people helping each other. Strangers who would never have noticed each other before strike up a conversation while waiting in line at the grocery store that has mainly empty shelves. They look at each other with a knowing that we are all in this together and then wish each other safety and well being.
We are all the same. We may not believe in the same political party and we may have very different views on how to live a life.
But when faced with the possibility of sure destruction, of limited time left to live on this planet, all of our differences drop off of our shoulders and fall to the ground. What is left is a human standing naked; a soul doing the best they know how.
Mother nature is in pain and shows us her tears. Life is fragile and our time here is truly limited. If weeping can clear us to the end then I will continue to do my part. I will also pray every day that we recognize our oneness, and that we soon come together.
Hello my friends. Sending lots of love and light to you all…I’ve missed you.
The video above was taken this morning. The ocean is starting to amp up its energy as Hurricane Dorian marches westward. It is hard for me to believe that a week ago I was on my paddleboard in perfectly calm, clear blue aqua water.
At this moment it appears we will not receive a direct hit which stirs my heart with Blessitude!! It has been a tough week dealing with logistics but mainly dealing with fear. I reminded myself that where there is love there can not be fear, but honestly, looking at the radar and imagining what could happen made that hard.
I felt a sadness this morning as I walked along the beach. I took in the sights and knew that the next time I would see it things would look very different. The rough surf has already created a ledge that makes it almost impossible to get to the water.
I saw so many remnants of sea turtle eggs and my first thought was, “Wow, so many nests have hatched.” I hoped that maybe I would see one hatching while I was there. But what I found was so sad…the sea had exposed many nests and the opportunistic birds were served a delectable buffet!
The next shot blew me away. An entire sea turtle nest is exposed by the ledge and you can see a vertical shot of the eggs in the nest. Unfortunately, the two exposed nests I saw were on the buffet and blackbirds couldn’t have been happier. The Mama turtles work so hard to put their babies in the sand. They say that she waits in the water near the nests for them to hatch. And even more amazing is they say she lays her eggs on the exact beach that she was hatched!
I send my best wishes of safety and love to all who are in Dorian’s path. Mother Nature is such a force…one we would do well to understand…and protect. We’ve only got this one planet!