Hi. I don't know about you, but it's been one of those weeks.
This crazy lady named Irene decided to take a run up the East Coast and turn every one's world upside down. Warning - this post probably doesn't talk a lot about corn soup - if you need to, you can just look at the pictures and pretend it is a post about corn soup :-) Sorry... Next week, I promise to return to "normally scheduled programming".
I am okay; my family is okay & our house is okay. I very fortunate.
In many of the towns and communities surrounding me, a lot of people were not so lucky.
While I was cutting kernels off the ears of corn that had come from a local farm (Schoharie, NY), I couldn't help but wonder about the current condition of the farm that it had come from. Many of those low-lying farmlands were now under water - late-summer crops lost, livestock lost, livelihood lost.
Communities collectively holding their breath. Watching the rivers rise higher. Higher. Waiting for the cresting. Waiting for the recession. Waiting to get back to their homes. Businesses. Assessing the damage. Seeing what can be salvaged. Picking up the pieces.
Left wondering. How. Why.
I was left with the realization that the scenes playing out in front of me on the news weren't in some "other" state. Comfortably removed from my day to day existence. They were communities along the roads that I drive every day. Communities where co-workers live. Businesses that I frequent. Communities where friends and families of people I know live.
Frankly, it was/ is sobering. And a
little whole-lot over-whelming.
As I drove around trying to deciphers all of the detours on my way to work - to get to that one bridge that would get me where I needed to be - the knot in my stomach tightened as I realized the meaning of it all. A little piece of me wondering how things could ever be alright again for those affected so tremendously.
But somehow - as it always seems to - in the midst of all the chaos, little kernels of hope keep popping up...
Reports of people who were evacuated from their homes donating to local shelters - because they felt fortunate to still be alive.
Acts of bravery & selflessness.
Neighbors helping neighbors. Cleaning. Rebuilding. Picking up the pieces. Humans showing compassion to humanity.
Employers reaching out to affected families.
Stories of community spirit. People refusing to be broken. Moving forward.
One good deed spurring another. Picking up speed. A positive force to counteract the negative forces that were the root of the destruction.
Like a good soup, communities need a base to bring out their "flavor". Onions, carrots and celery may be the heart and soul of a good soup base - but it is the kindness of people that forms the heart of a community. At a time where things are so crazy, there is comfort to be had in knowing that goodness in humanity is not totally lost. Something that even this cynical girl can't deny...
Kindness begets hope.
|The Dude & The Karate Kid braving a trip to the corner store in the middle of Irene...|
I hope that all is well with the rest of the FFwD'ers living in Irene affected areas. I know that many of you were impacted. Thank you to everyone who checked in with me this week to make sure things were okay - it was touching.
This post participates in French Fridays with Dorie. Come check out what "corn"iness all the other FFwD'ers have been up to this week.