Let me say, right off the bat, the fact that I still have power is, honest to God, nothing short of miraculous. I am hunkered down, with my daughter Sasha and my mother and her three dogs, Billy, Barney and Duncan listening to the wind howl outside louder and more ferociously than I have ever ever heard before. It’s strangely energizing to be so wrapped up by the wind; to have a whole swatch of days completely wiped out by the sheer power of nature . Everything is whirling around outside, like one of those push tops I had many many years ago; and I’m dizzy and exhilarated and quite content to sit the whole damn thing out.
I believe we will be waiting for a long time. Sasha had her first yoga session with me 40 minutes ago. You all should feel kind of sorry for her. I can be fairly unrelenting when lying around watching an endless loop of weather updates from News 12 New Jersey as my primary method of entertainment. She screamed through most of the session but we did manage to discover that she has an unbelievably closed off 4th chakra (heart) and a wicked holding pattern from the top of her jaw to the bottom of her foot, all on the left side. She is lying next to me now, on my mom’s pull out couch, soaking up reruns of Diners Drive-Ins and Dives, loose and slightly happier. “Life really doesn’t get any better than this”, I told her.
For me, it really really really does come down to these simple moments; hanging with people I love so much, connecting; enveloping myself softly in the preciousness of these kind of life affirming encounters. I stay quiet when I used to be overbearing, trying to ram the lesson into her heart. This time I type away as Sasha encourages me to finish, lights flickering around us. We know even the electricity will be elusive tonight.
It’s kind of humbling to know that almost half of the state sits in the dark, patient for the moment, sitting within the cocoon of their homes or in shelters while the eye of a really violent storm throttles in every direction possible. About an hour ago I heard a tree crack loudly and then tumble to the ground, saw a roof in Atlantic City get ripped right off its hinges, a crane high in the sky in New York City suddenly bend in half. Life altered suddenly and irrevocably in the briefest of moments. And yet the unyielding love between Sasha and I endures. I’m resting heavily and hopefully in the essence of that purest of connections; mother and daughter and mother of mine in the other room.
Safe and loved.