We all do it. Something tragic happens and we see that we have to act so we forget to feel. When I say forget, I don't mean we don't care. We have to act so we save the feeling for later. When we get five minutes to breathe, it all comes out.
So here's what I did. While working, I shared a meditation with people who are going through the same awful stuff we all are. Discreetly pressing play on a Tibetan chanting CD I said "let's write together." Worked wonders. I know I felt better and as I watched our planned ten minutes turn to thirty, I know everyone took a moment for themselves. Then I suggested that we set our pages on fire, or if unavailable, rip into small pieces and throw away. More wonders worked.
Though I've seen utter devastation in the past week, there will not be any pictures of what used to be homes posted by me. Driving home (carpooling when gas is scarce) you see a lot. Last night I began what is normally a thirty minute drive at 4:30pm. At 6:40 I arrived safely home and feel nothing but compassion for the emergency workers, police, fire, sanitation and power company employees who are taking so much shit and still working their asses off to give us light, heat and a place to live.
I feel like I should share what I was able to accomplish thanks to businesses allowing me to plug into their power while mine was out all this time.
For the Halloween that we almost had:
For those with power who need something to read:
TRY THESE CRIME THRILLERS to take your mind off the storm our lives have been.
(Yep it's those creepy twins again)
Most heartfelt and the hardest to write for all those who lost homes and lives in Hurricane Sandy:
Here are some links you may like that have kept me sane:
I am hoping everyone without power and heat finds some kind of peace this week. We still have our homes and many do not. To those who do not, my thoughts and prayers are with you all.
Peace and picking up the pieces,
Keri
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