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“There’s a big storm a coming, of this I’ve no doubt
That storm’s gonna blow your little world inside out”
– from It Ain’t the Wind, It’s the Rain by Mary Gauthier
I’m thinking of Hurricane Dorian today, of course. We know it’s coming. We have the technology now to identify and name storms days before they make landfall. But still, that’s about all we know for sure: a big storm’s a coming. We’re not sure when it will hit, or where, or how powerful and destructive it will be by then. This morning it was barreling toward Florida; now it’s expected to ravage the Bahamas and then veer north toward the Carolinas, missing Florida entirely. Unless it changes course again. The storm has a mind of its own.
I started the day thinking of and praying for my friends and colleagues in Florida and now it seems they may be spared. Who do I know near the coast in Georgia and the Carolinas? Time to start sending good vibes their way. What else can you do when the storm’s heading for you? Stock up on bottled water, cereal and bread; board up the windows; get a generator if you can. Evacuate, or hunker down. Prepare for the worst; hope for the best.
It’s an odd spot to be in, when the sun is shining and the sky is blue, but you know — because the meteorologist told you, and showed you the satellite images — that it won’t last long. You wouldn’t know, if you didn’t know.
“It’s knowing that this can’t go on forever
Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone
Maybe we’ll get forty years together
But one day I’ll be gone
Or one day you’ll be gone”
– from Vampires by Jason Isbell
The first thing I saw this morning, when I opened my eyes and reached for my phone, was a Facebook post from a friend who lost her father last night. She was with him, holding his hand as he took his last breath.
Mortality is becoming inescapable. Most of my friends have lost parents; some have lost spouses or even children. At 55, I’m increasingly aware that having two living, healthy parents (who are still married to each other!) makes me a lucky anomaly.
And it won’t last. Enjoy the calm blue skies of healthy, intact family while I can. A storm is coming, and there’s nothing I can to do stop it. There’s no knowing when it will hit, or exactly where, or how — but grief already has me in its sights.
“Lying here in the darkness
I hear the sirens wail
Somebody going to emergency
Somebody’s going to jail
You find somebody to love in this world
You better hang on tooth and nail
The wolf is always at the door”
– from New York Minute by Don Henley
Flashing lights, a siren, three lanes of the interstate closed. For most of us, old folks trying to get home after a long day, or young folks just heading out while the night is young — an inconvenience that slows us down. But for someone — a sudden, tragic, life-changing event. At the least, a totaled car. At the worst, serious injury or death.
Sometimes, though, with an actual storm, there’s a moment. When the air is too still, too calm, a little eerie. And then the sky darkens and the breeze begins to blow, and as you hear the first distant thunder the wind on your face feels so good; cool and wild, blowing through your hair.
And you close your eyes and turn toward the wind and say, “Bring it on.” A big storm’s a coming. It always is.