Well, it's a little breezy outside, and the rain has started to fall. It looks like the next 24 hours in and around Our Nation's Capital will be a little difficult--for some more than others. For many, the storm itself will be the overture for many days without power, cable, broadband, and, perhaps, water.
I don't expect the storm to offer much more than some discomfort for me. I don't have to worry about trees crushing my house, although my loved ones here are another story. Flooding isn't a concern, here. I should have adequate supplies of food and water.
I'm not looking forward to what's to come. I enjoy my creature comforts. I like keeping track of what's happening on line. I like to cook, because I love to eat. I may be biased, but I am happy to have cable.
On the other side of the coin, power outages offer silence, a marked reduction in the number of distractions, and the opportunity to have my waking hours revert to a more natural cycle, if only for a few days. As a friend remarked, "If you can't get to a retreat, the retreat is coming to you."
Mostly, my reaction to the coming storm is one of gratitude. Over the next several days, I may be looking for ice. I may run out of water. I may need to extend a hand to others. The contents of my fridge may spoil. I don't know what I may have to deal with, but I do know that I won't be searching for an open liquor store. That gives me the opportunity to manage the rest with equanimity and maybe even some competence.
So, with gratitude, it's back to work.
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