Today I’m sitting in the emotional aftermath of a hurricane that ripped apart my city, took the lives of some of its citizens, and destroyed roads and homes and possessions. I spent my week staring at the news and out the window, riding panic attack after panic attack as I tried to decide whether my family was safe in our home or if we needed to leave. It quickly became apparent that even if we wanted to leave, we were trapped in: we had nowhere to go. My place of work barely escaped being flooded by about a foot, while friends and acquaintances were fielding 8 feet of water in their homes. My family and I were fortunate, and continue to be blessed beyond belief.
While I was trapped in what felt like, in my panic, my future place of death, I thought about the 8 of swords. Continue reading “the hurricane and the 8 of swords”