Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Jazz for a silent hurricane party
It was a small bit of the damage caused by Hurricane Irene, but the least I could do was lift this flower back up.
As the hurricane came up the coast, I was on a hill top in a large sturdy retreat center, so I decided what everyone east of me needed was a silent Hurricane party.
At 8:00pm I headed outside with a beverage ( I do take a few while retreating) and sat alone, getting wet from the spray.
What it turned into was a bit of a rant asking Irene to move away, little did I know what would happen in Vermont later.
I knew my parents had been told to leave their home because of flooding (now living where the creek I loved as a child flows into the Lehigh River). I knew Mosaic Woman was home alone and surely faced a wet basement. I prayed for friends whose love of flowing water had drawn them into homes, but now they were living in fear of rising water. I ranted and prayed and listened to jazz singer Norma Winstone's version of Here Comes The Flood by Peter Gabriel.
"Stranded starfish had no place to hide..." caught my ear and heart.