Waiting for Fiona

Storm's a coming

I loves me a good hurricane.

A great hurricane makes lots of waves and never comes in contact with the shore.

A good hurricane makes landfall, fells trees, knocks out the power and destroys some property.

All the humans survive.

Bad hurricanes cause loss of life.

The line between a good hurricane and a bad one is pretty darn thin.

I’m hopeful that Fiona will be a good one.

What I love best is the preparation, the anticipation.

I’ve been in storms before - lots of them. They bring with them a sense of inevitability the way only a force of nature can.

They force me to see things that might choose to stop listening to gravity and take flight instead. Big storms force me to remember my knots. They force me to negotiate putting the outside things inside.

Big storms are a loud reminder that there are forces more powerful than I am.

And, having been here before, I know what to do. Big storms are a reminder of everything I’ve learned.

We all have been through big storms, whether in our personal life…