Another Storm

Stressful month as a Cat 5 Hurricane came twirling towards our state, churning waters not even a surfer would tackle, made us reflect on natures fury. Clenched teeth we braced ourselves, each processing as we knew how.

The aftermath is still being tabulated, death toll rises in the Bahamas and America is contributing aide, the best to everyone’s ability. This is what I love about America, about the essence of the human race, the resurrection power latent within us all if we would just believe.

We investigated after the storm and saw the news teams doing the same. It was kinda funny seeing them out there with their paid autonomy and expensive equipment. And here we were, curious too, sea spray on my face, witness the power and see how nature was coping. Two words will help you cope when you run low on hope: accept and trust. Especially when you view the river banks looking like an ocean!

Everything was dank, and the reference is not towards weed. A clammy moist atmosphere, dark clouds and the waters reflection said it all; messy.  Must admit couldn’t help but enjoy the wind, as if it was blowing all refuse away, an unstoppable force indeed, much like love; invigorating. This month was going to be reveal the essence of ones character.

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over….When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in.  That’s what this storm’s all about”  –  Haruki Murakami

Observing the sea turtles who didn’t make it teared me up. The smell of death was evident and this was on such a small scale in regards to the Abaco’s  Yes, during these seasons we find giants of men rise to help. In my local town Errol Thurston is one such soul. In our own personal journeys we all come to a similar conclusion: that love, in the higher sense, is what we’re here to share. When we give we receive emotional and spiritual healing and even rebirth. In the light of the Full Moon this month couldn’t help but reflect on this.

“The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? The moon is faithful to its nature and its power is never diminished.”  ― Deng Ming-Dao

About Brenda

"Brenda adores the birds. She is enchanted with their grace, their beauty. It was the birds and being out among them that gave her the peace she so needed and forged a new passion She uses a camera to capture those incredible moments, to savor them and share them with others. For her the camera was freedom. Brenda spent her life healing others, and dealing with incredible pain and despair. The world of birds and nature and photography was what she turned to in order to see the beautiful side of the world" -Eric Curtis Cummings
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