I’m back on dry land and back to normal after an interesting and very wet weekend!
Thank you all for the messages of good luck, you lovely people you.
It’s kind of annoying to sort everything just in time to go back to work – not even a day off for all my troubles! Bah – Panda Huff. On the other hand it brought our family together on Sunday and we had a lovely time – a bit like being a real family again.
My little brush with the storm was nothing and my best wishes go out to those who’ve been overrun, some of whom have lost homes and businesses.
I hope some day that these natural disasters will wake us up to the importance of our environment – both nature and our neighbours – not only in forcing us to think about the climate but also about what matters in life.
This freak weather is another reminder that we are wasting our existence – frittering on a game of profit and toys. If storms washed away all our TV’s and cars, all our food and homes what would we do – and what would really matter?
With food, most of us couldn’t grow our own but have become reliant on supermarkets. It’s not so far fetched to imagine those supermarkets being unable to supply us – and then what?
With our TV’s and gadgets – would it really matter? I am increasingly convinced that television is merely used to keep us sedated – a toy that entertains enough to keep us quiet while never educating enough to encourage protest.
Above it all – if everything was washed away but we could still be with those we love wouldn’t that be all that mattered? Our love could drive us to finding ways to survive and our friends would help us laugh while we endured. In the end, being trapped by a storm, being momentarily thrown out of life’s numbing routine, only served to show me how much I wish I could escape that treadmill for good.
They may say I’m a dreamer…