What is this storm telling me?

When I was a little girl, we encountered a typical summer squall out on the Bay. I was five or less, and everyone (my mother, my older brother, and other people I remember–either my younger sisters if they were born or family friends) went down below and closed the hatches. It was hot, stuffy, and humid, and I didn’t want to be enclosed below with all the restless people, so I went on deck with my father (I assume (and now, as a parent, hope) in a fwg jacket and lifejacket) and talked to my father.

“Aren’t you afraid?” I asked.

“I can’t be,” he said.

“Why not?” I asked. 

“Who would get us home?” he replied.

Ever since then, I’ve always realized that I need to do what I can to get myself home. Sometimes the lessons are epic. Sometimes they are ridiculously silly.

Tonight, during the driving rain/thunderstorm while at a client’s office, I decided to go close the very partially opened sunroof (back vent)) on the mini. It was a horizontally driving rain that was possibly streaming rain into my new (to me) car. We had heard spectacular thunder, my client/friend was looking out the window and saw the power lines light up, and the lights had gone out in our building, further dramatizing the storm.

I was wearing a business outfit. But I still needed to save the mini.  My client/friend lent me a raincoat, and I dashed out to the mini–in horizontally driving rain. I “saved” the car, but may have ruined the pants. Priorities.

Post-saturation and raincoat return, I continued a great conversation with my client/ friends in the the dark (storm-induced power outage–that really cool power line surge he saw!). Priority one was our relationship–and I really enjoyed our conversation in the dark. A big future awaits us all! 

Meanwhile, our neighbors had a tree land on their roof while I was in the meeting. All was safe–house and people all intact.

Priority one became my boys and our au pair. No trees fell on our house! Bless our tree management (sick ones down, new ones planted), good friends/clients, and our neighbors’ safety.

Sorry, no pics of this wet rat!

Whenever I need to get “home” (whatever that may be), I look to myself first. How am I going to get there? And I try to enjoy the beauty of the storm–what can it tell me?