The Eye of the Storm

Have you ever been caught in the midst of a Hurricane? I have. Several times. It's a surreal feeling. The sound of the wind as it tries to burst through the front door. The crashing of outdoor objects as they are hurled through the air. The incredible force of the windows shaking wanting to burst wide open. A bolt of lightening and the world is dark.

It's hard to explain what you feel or think. Your mind kicks into survival mode. Your body tenses up and you just do what needs to be done in a mechanical manner. You wait patiently for the storm to pass, for the earth and heaven to some how come to an agreement, and you pray. It can last hours that seem like an eternity. There is no power, no lights, no modern technology to fall back on. Nothing. There's nothing but you and the universe.

Then, suddenly there is silence. A calm still engulfs you but somehow it does not feel right. You hesitate, you walk to the window, the trees are still. The air is calm. You open the door carefully, you step outside, and look at the gray skies, the mist moist on your skin. In horror you stop. Something is very wrong. You realize that you are standing in the eye of the storm. You hear in the distance the fury of the wind and the sound of the rain. Your heart skips a beat and you rush for cover.

That has been my life this year; and on those quiet, good days, I realize in horror that I am standing in the center of the storm with no one but myself to lean on.

Not to worry, this too shall pass.

Copyright ©Lucy Tamajon 2009