“Loss makes artists of us all as we weave new patterns in the fabric of our lives.” ~Greta W. Crosby

October 31st, 2012

For some of us, there was a sense of relief that we did not get pummeled by Super Storm Sandy.  For others of us who were spared, there was a sense of–dare I say it–disappointment.  Not that any of us hoped for the kinds of devastation that so many are now grappling with, but somehow after all the worrying,  shopping, news and weather watching, and preparing–mentally and otherwise, it felt anti-climactic to wake up to the same ‘ol, same ‘ol. (I imagine that everyone who didn’t wake up to that would be more than happy to trade places.)

But, disappointed?  Really?  To be honest, Yes.  Some of us were left with a gnawing emptiness.

What deeper need did not get met by having to go on as if nothing happened?  (a little rain, a little wind is nothing by comparison) Were we hoping for something bigger than us to force a re-focusing?  Did we feel left out like we “didn’t get the memo” reminding us of what is most important in life?  Were we lacking a feeling of belonging to a group with a common goal, a common hardship to overcome?  Must we experience crisis to have these needs met?

Perhaps some of us have family members who were affected by this “Frankenstorm,” as some have referred to it.  Perhaps through them, through the footage on the news, through our donations of blood or food items and clothing we can feel connected.  Those of us who were minimally affected by the storm are in a position to help.  This could be our re-focusing.  This could fill our need to belong.  Their experience could also be our own reminder of what is most important  in life.


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