tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250749721553615661.post8339810127081641126..comments2023-04-11T05:01:13.821-04:00Comments on Emerging Beach: What's Left?Steve W.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09210674047055815665noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250749721553615661.post-57435353803430199772008-09-07T08:53:00.000-04:002008-09-07T08:53:00.000-04:00Excellent post, Steve. I remember when Hurricane ...Excellent post, Steve. <BR/><BR/>I remember when Hurricane Wilma left my home and office without power for two weeks. I worried, fretted, lost lots of business and money. I also learned my neighbors' names for literally the first time - though we'd lived side by side over a decade. (Shame on me.) I took walks with my kids - we didn't want to use the precious gas for which we'd waited in line for hours. We went out at night and saw STARS! since there was no light pollution. We simply sat together and read by candlelight in the warm, humid, un-air conditioned house. We relied on friends for basics.<BR/><BR/>Steve... it was glorious. I was almost sad when the power came back on. I vowed not to allow the rat race to re-enter my spirit. Yet today, as I watch Hurricane Ike, I know that I am back where I was - worried about how much money and productivity I'll lose if it hits.<BR/><BR/>No - I never want to live through another direct hit from a hurricane. Even in the glory, it was dreadful. But I would love to live with that peace and trust.<BR/><BR/>The spirit is willing... but the flesh is weak.<BR/><BR/>Steve F.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com