Nature’s Sacred Geometry
Compliments of Artist: Mother Nature
We evacuated Wednesday before the hurricane struck our sweet little town of New Bern, NC and watched with helpless horror (from our hotel room with our two cats), as cameras rolled down our streets posting non-stop, terrifying videos of this monster storm. We were but a few allowed back in having brought the deed to our house to show the National Guard before clean-up could begin. Loss of power for six days.
I know most would expect us to postulate how lucky we are ‘compared to others’ in the same situation but for some reason, I want to be the container – if only for a short while – of grief over the damage to our property, our town, our faith.
We spent a grueling three days preparing for the storm, moving furniture to the second floor, deciding whether to stay or not, purchasing sandbags, plywood, boarding up east facing windows, double locking everything, tying down or removing objects that would fly through the air in hurricane-force winds (100-140 MPH) and injure or damage….we were bloody exhausted as we loaded ourselves into the truck and headed NW for several hours. Neighbors stayed to tough it out. Coming home to water where it shouldn’t be, our yard nearly unrecognizable, marveling at nature’s force and grace. Living beings who survived (fire ants, birds, butterflies, our resident totem praying mantis, etc.) and wondering how on earth they had….looking to the sky and alarmed that ‘trees were missing’ but discovering that it was only the leaves ripped and shredded. The remaining leaves droopy and sad. Six days without power, full days of clean-up in heat and humidity, wondering if our ‘thousand year storm’ would trick us all and return someday. Endless caring and worried texts from loved ones – “Are you staying?” “Are you leaving?” “How are you?” “Where are you?” “What is happening?” All wanting to connect and comfort, but we only wanted to grieve a bit longer. I’m rarely mute but this time, I was. It felt too large to talk about. The Buddhists claim that if you compare and minimize your suffering you’re essentially denying ALL suffering. That by acknowledging our pain, we acknowledge all pain. It makes sense to me.
I have a ‘storm of’ ideas for my next artwork and it will center around this monster storm experience, for sure. The uncertainty. The majesty. The enormity.
Thankful that on all levels of our existence, we have ALL survived something, at some time and that’s a lovely hope for the future. Wishing you peace.