The last few days for anyone on the East Coast has been in the least, unpredictable. Gusts of wind, heavy rain for days, and damage that will take quite some time to reconstruct. Being a Clevelander (OH) we lost power, Lake Erie had raging waves and the wind/rain combination felt purposefully powerful.

While meandering about with two days off work, the couple of places I went had conversation of “Can’t believe my power is out,” and “major flooded basements,” and while I was fortunate enough to only lose power for 12 hours, I started to think about the real devastation in other parts of the states.

People stranded in Hoboken with no food, no light, and no way of getting out or getting anything in. New York City’s grocery stores vacant, and empty.. People wandering the streets without homes, without stuff, without purpose. And the grief felt heavy. Can I even imagine? Can I even relate on a smaller scale? Losing power for the night when I rest my eyes in dark anyhow? The compassion is in my heart and my soul hurts for the society of human beings that don’t have a thing to go home to…

I was driving home this afternoon post thought and in front of me was the license plate, “I am you.” And that’s the message we must send. We may not be in Hoboken stranded in the Senior Assisted Living space, and we might not be walking the streets of empty New York with the question of, “What the hell am I even doing?” but that doesn’t mean we can’t send them light and compassion. Our energy, if we come together, is immense. Love is felt through our willingness to bear understanding and feel grief for those who hurt more than us. We are every person in the city, and every animal struggling to find refuge. We are the Governor trying to make the best decision possible, and every city worker trying to restore anything, everything while worrying about loved ones too.

To those who are still mourning the loss of a loved one, a lost animal, a lost home, belongings, identity, understanding of life.. we send you our love. We are you. We can remind you that you are going to be okay, you are love, and you are me.

We will get through this together. Miles apart but with the intensity of a greater storm.. and that storm is the perseverance of love.

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