Stormy Weather


My word for the year “light” has already proven a constant quest and comfort in this first month of 2019. In the last 30 days I’ve experienced an eight-hour power outage during an ice storm with high winds, and the coldest day of my life so far, at minus 14 with wind chills of 42 below. And through it all I’ve relied on beacons of light and rays of warmth from my neighbors and my own stash full of flashlights and candles.

With weather like this, I’m grateful for a gas stove, small house and good windows. Back in the suburbs, everyone could easily become isolated inside their own personal igloos, garages shut tight and windows hidden in the back. This time, after about five hours in with no power, a welcome knock at my door from community members ready to hook up a generator to run my furnace in the pitch black with howling winds was a mission of love and sacrifice. I felt safe for one of the first times in my life because many cared enough to check on me since I was home alone for that particular storm.

I fear that weather and life will grow more extreme in the months and years to come, causing old systems to crumble as they become unsustainable. We can no longer afford to remain isolated in our private worlds with carefully segregated daily routines. Connection and community with our chosen families, neighborhoods, towns, cities, country and world is crucial to surviving the big shifts and fearful uncertainty that are looming in the shadows. We all have something to share, gifts and talents that will help us weather the storms together as we stoke the fires of caring and cooperation to warm our hearts and keep the lights on.

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Careful What You Ask

Day 27: 2015 Taught Me . . .
Day 27: 2015 Taught Me . . .

2015 taught me that in order to find what I want, I have to ask. And the asking can be very hard when I’m afraid I’ll get it.

I’ve decided to participate in Susannah Conway’s December Reflections  photo prompts again this year. During this hectic and stressful season, won’t you join me in mindful reflection from life’s photographic window seats and contemplative comments that provide refuge from the madness.

Hello

Day 16: I Said Hello To . . .
Day 16: I Said Hello To . . .

I said hello to a quieter existence this year, more introspective, going out (in nature) rather than outgoing. While there, I paused to listen and found the patience to wait for an answer.

I’ve decided to participate in Susannah Conway’s December Reflections  photo prompts again this year. During this hectic and stressful season, won’t you join me in mindful reflection from life’s photographic window seats and contemplative comments that provide refuge from the madness.

Gonna Be A Scorcher

DAY 25: LITTLE
DAY 25: LITTLE

I took the photo above at dawn on a Monday, acknowledging that this would be the smallest version of the sun I’d see all day, tipped off by meteorological gossip at the weather water coolers that our solar boss has big plans the rest of the week. Don’t know about you, but I’m staying out of his way, preferably with a cool drink and some AC.

This month I’m taking a photo a day and following the topics of Susannah Conway’s August Break 2014. And why don’t you join me? I double-dog dare you!