When we first moved here to PEI 19 years ago we were greeted by a hurricane/tropical storm. I remember looking out the picture window of the home we were staying in, watching a small tree bent over by the wind so that it’s leaves swept the grass. When we moved to Charlottetown 7 years ago it was Hurricane Juan that met us. The cottage we were staying in while we did renovations on the house felt like it was going to Oz. I woke up our boys who were sleeping in the other bedroom and made them join us so we were all together if the little cottage went airborne or if a cow came crashing through the roof. My oldest had been sleeping soundly through the howling wind and the rocking walls and went right back to sleep. I paced in front of the window while I watched things…oh look, a lawn chair…go flying by…wow, was that a lifejacket?…the cottage.
So Earl’s coming today and apparently has decided to slow down his arrival. I’m not sure if that is good or bad but I do know I’d rather face him in the daylight than at night. In the midst of all this is a chance to practice rest. It’s easy to be in rest when everything is going great but picture of real rest is the bird sitting on her nest while the hurricane rages all around. I want to, actually need to, recover the ability to stay in that place of rest despite my circumstances, regardless of the crazy that swirls around me.
I think I’ll go mow the lawn. Bring it, Earl!