Sometimes God calms the storm, sometimes He calms the sailor. ~Unknown
I seldom worry much about the weather unless I plan to be out in the elements. Then of course, I read and watch the forecast, and curse or praise it whether or not it is cooperating according to my plans. Yesterday was one of those days that I went about my business without checking. I headed out to the grocery store in the late afternoon. When I walked out to load my groceries I was shocked to see a veil of darkness hovering in the distance and quickly moving toward me. The sky turned darker by the minute as I drove home.
As I was putting my groceries away I heard rattling outside my garage door and on the roof. As it had not started raining, I immediately thought someone was trying to break in the house. I glanced outside to see sticks and pinecones flying through the yard. I couldn’t see through the sheet of rain and the steam rising from the ground…and then the hail started pelting the ground and assaulting the house.
I heard a crash. I was afraid a tree had fallen on the house. I looked outside to find a huge limb had fallen in the back yard. Considering most of our trees are about 100 foot pines, the limb itself was the size of a medium tree. Shortly thereafter we lost electricity. I texted Dirt Man. It took four tries to send it…I suppose the storm interfered with cell communications. I knew that if it was a tornado Dirt Man would let me know as he gets all of the weather updates for our area sent to his phone.
With exception of the dog, I was home alone. We’ve weathered many hurricanes and Nor’ easters. I even endured one alone with the children when they were small. I remember the trees bending until they almost touched the ground, scary stuff. This was an intense storm, but no where near hurricane conditions. Storms have always made me nervous. For some strange reason I was relatively calm, even with the dog getting antsy. There was nothing I could do but wait it out. I gathered flashlight, matches, and candles while I still had enough light to find them. Then, I settled down with a drink and my kindle to read. Other than the howling of the wind, breaking of branches, wailing of sirens, and panting of the dog, all else was quiet. I got a few calls and texts from the kids checking to see if we had electric. Once the wind quieted, I ventured outside and took a few photographs.
Dirt Man and Oldest (and his girlfriend )came home. Youngest was working across town, where the lights were flickering but otherwise the electricity was still in working order. Dirt Man poured us some wine, sliced some bread and cheese, and we waited it out. A few hours later the electricity returned. By that time, it was too late to prepare what I had planned to cook for dinner. We decided to head across town to our favorite sushi place, and Youngest met us there when he got off work. Sometimes we end up pleasantly surprised with the outcome of circumstances. We had not planned on going out for a family dinner, and we ended up having a wonderful time, good food and a chance to spend some time together.
Maybe my weathering of this storm was a reaction to having weathered some personal storms in life lately. I’ve come to accept that I can only control so much in life, my actions and reactions. Everything else, such as nature, is up to the powers that Be. I trust in that power. And maybe that trust is the calm I carry inside.
Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm. ~Unknown