“When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.” ~ Alice Hoffman
Today I sit hard-pressed, with a feeling of nostalgic torment coursing through my mind. I feel as though I must prepare or help, but I am far and removed from the place that concerns my attention. Though we are still days away from any real-time information, I am reminded of this very same week, 7 years before when Hurricane Katrina destroyed everything I ever owned and raped the land that I called home. Isaac is on approach along this very same path, and once again my friends and family along the Mississippi gulf coast are standing in the sphere of attention.
Even now, today, just as it was those 7 years prior, all news and attention of the media is pointed at New Orleans and Florida… Nearly no mention of the Mississippi coast, which then indeed took the full brunt of Katrina’s wrath, and still received little attention.I say that all should be equally attended to, so that nobody feels forgotten or less important than the other.
I was there at ground zero during Katrina, and nothing was left after landfall. And, when I say that nothing was left after she passed, I mean nothing but piles of rubble, ghostly ripped and torn trees, roads and bridges completely broken apart and washed out to sea. Only barren slabs remained, cleaned completely of carpet, tile and furniture.. Busses were on top of buildings and boats were stuck in restaurant drive thrus.. This is the memory that haunts me about those days, and I hope and pray that this is nothing of that magnitude.
We can never predict the outcome, only estimate. This gives insight into the “nature” of Nature. No matter the outcome, I must remind all of the simple fact that nature is balance. Where balance is needed, nature will work it’s magic. You cannot hide from the hand that shapes the land. This is a truth that all men must learn. When devastation looms, resilience and renewal follows. This is the eternal cycle of life and divine law. When the rain starts dropping, the storm starts stopping.
I wish all in the “cone of uncertainty” a blessing and prayer of peace and safety, and if you’re reading this, please keep all those who may be affected in your heart and mind. The days ahead are uncertain, but hopefully all will be well. I ask that we keep those in harms way in our own sphere of attention, that they may feel the love surround them from across the land and throughout their hearts. Godspeed to all back home. I am with you.