I know we’ve been hit hard by mother nature this week. I look around the neighborhood and see the blackness of night in windows. I know people are in there. I’m encouraged by the community of caring that people are inherently part of and it’s hard not to get caught up in it. We’ve offered our home to those less fortunate and offered neighbors an extension cord to plug into our generator. It doesn’t make me feel magnanimous, it makes me feel blessed to be part of something other than taking or consuming…however small the gesture is. Shelters have been opened in our township and people are really struggling. Neighbors are frustrated beyond words.
Yet, I feel somewhat happy for several reasons. This little bit of pioneer spirit is refreshing and life affirming…we’re tougher than we think. Traveling the tree strewn and power-line littered roads is a novel adventure…and takes me out of the cocoon of safety we’re enveloped in. And people, people I’ve taken for granted, people I could have been nicer to, people whose struggles I ignored have displayed a spirit of giving and compassion that makes me proud. I’m very happy right now…even though I’m exuding fuel fumes from the gasoline bath I had earlier. Oh, and if you do come over…no smoking!
This song is from Goddamn Electric Bill and makes me happy whenever I hear it…and it’s a short song, so try it.