Hurricane Earl passed just to the north of St Thomas as a category 3 hurricane. That happened on Monday. I am now on day 5 of no power and water at my house. It’s kind of like camping but more complicated and forced. Camping in a house gets messy fast. And usually when you go camping you don’t have to get dressed up and go to work every morning. I know I shouldn't complain with the amount of natural disasters that have made their way across the globe recently, killing and uprooting mass populations. So I won’t.
I have found new and creative ways of bathing and cooking. I have fallen in love with candlelight all over again. I have heard wind so powerful, it sounds like a jet engine hovering overhead. I have an overturned tree outside my bedroom that is now the home to 6 iguanas. I have a view from my porch at night free from the artificial glow of houses and street lamps. And the nights are brilliant. A sea of darkness embracing the tropical landscape and the ocean below. And I do believe the island creature choir is louder this week. In my mind, all of the frogs and crickets, parrots and various sized jumping, crawling, climbing, flying little guys out there are basking in the new darkness, celebrating their wild becoming wilder. I’m rooting for their team, the home team; this land is more theirs than ours. They live by the land, they are hard working and they reuse and recycle everything. This past week of my life makes me want to get all “fight club” on the world. Shut the power off, turn down our noise and listen.
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I can't wait to be here with you and have you show me your world.
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