just a short walk to the river – always full of power and light
(and the power and light have returned to the land!)
thank you to the community for keeping everyone going
—
“one thing you can never underestimate is the power of water.”
-joe teti
wild storm
then power out for 700,000
can’t stop this from shining through
on day 5 with no power
when i log onto their site
to check on the status
i wonder
how many people
are choosing to click on
the ‘make payment’ option.
—
“information can bring you choices and choices bring power –
educate yourself about your options and choices. never remain in the dark of ignorance.”
-joy page
even the fairy village at my cottage took at hit
and as we wait for our power restoration
there are always a few shiny glimmers of hope on the horizon.
—
“we’ve got to rebuild human hearts –
and persuade people that hope isn’t just possible, but essential. “
-tony snow
660,000+ with power out right now in michigan
and
i am 1.
wonder where i might be on the list?
“In that distant beginning season, Sun Man’s warm magic flowed over all the land. Whenever he raised his arms, it was day. whenever he lowered them, it was night. The Bee People and the Elephant People and the Tic People loved the rhythm of Sun Man’s light. Their faces crinkled with pleasure in his heat.
But inside the dreamtime, Sun Man grew old. His back grew stiff and his knee joints ached. He rose later and later each morning. He napped soon after breakfast and went to bed in the afternoon.
“What’s going on here?” complained Grandfather Mantis. “I’m not getting heat anymore.” Grandfather Mantis sent the Bird People to find out. The Bird People returned, rumpled and solemn. Darkness was everywhere, even though it was supposed to be daytime. “Sun Man is getting old,” they explained. “This shining all the time is getting too much for him.”
“Well, I’m old,” snapped Grandfather Mantis. “Doesn’t stop me.”
His wife raised her eyebrows but said nothing.
― Carolyn McVickar Edwards, The Return of the Light
—
image credit: kyras.com
as i head into
day 5
still
off the
power grid
the pace of life
has
slowed
days
spent
walking
writing
reading
thinking
bathing by candlelight
catching up with friends
in the coffee shop
on the street
with
neighbors
there is a natural rhythm to it all
waking with the return of the light
sleeping when the dark returns once more
it’s a peaceful and quiet existence
*
until
monday comes
and
i have to
wake up
in the pitch black
to go to school
there’s an art
to applying
makeup
by
flashlight
and
with
only
two hands
luckily
my loyal
carpool partner
has
promised
to alert me
if
my clothes are on backwards
or
anything looks dramatically amiss
and
i find
that
while
i
look
forward to the light
i
am
enjoying the calm
of the dark
—
wisely, and slow. they stumble that run fast.
William Shakespeare
—
image credit: maggielissel.com
no
little one
not today
not tomorrow
may be a while
so
run and play
—
many thanks to aussie artist extraordinaire, jenni gray of art candy, for sharing this baby
and to the power company warriors who are working so hard to bring back the light.
I didn't have my glasses on.... 