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Sometimes it’s a real challenge to find the ‘silver lining’ in difficult events. I was taught, growing up, to always look for the good in people, the opportunity within a challenge, and the silver lining in whatever events may come. This sort of thinking helps us remain optimistic and resilient, and perhaps gives us a little more happiness and peace of mind along the way.
But the slow swirling menace of Hurricane Dorian’s approach over the last few weeks has cast its long shadow across those of us living near the Atlantic coast, as we’ve watched its destructive progress. We saw the utter devastation it caused as it chewed its way across the islands in its path.
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We watched the updates to its track, strength and speed. We wondered just how a mighty storm was supposed to make a 90 degree turn from moving west to moving northeastwards, as it pivoted off of the Florida coast. But it did, just in time to ‘save’ certain luxury properties along the southern Florida coast. We live in an amazing age, don’t we?
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We watched the eye of the storm slowly skirt along the coast, just offshore, as its long rain bands and dangerous winds reached inland to rake across Georgia, South and North Carolina, and finally reach into Virginia yesterday morning.
We know so many people living in its path, and so many of those places that it touched from happy summers spent on beautiful island beaches along the coast. We’ve taken the ferry from Cape Hatteras to Ocracoke and driven through the National Park to spend happy days in Ocracoke village. The hospitable people who live there spent yesterday watching the tide rise and overwash their island home as they moved up into attics and out onto roofs, waiting for rescue from the mainland to arrive.
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Hurricane Dorian made a brief landfall at Cape Hatteras, a tiny sliver of sand miles off the mainland coast, before turning further out to sea and away from our home along the James River. It is still swirling along, a monster storm, bringing wind and rain to everyone within miles of the Atlantic coast, as it heads ever further northwards towards Canada.
We’ve watched the reports in fascination and horror, as weather journalists reported along the path of the storm. Our hearts are touched by the resilience of people who weather these monster storms year after year, rebuilding their homes and their lives to live along the coast.
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The windswept beaches of our Atlantic coast feel timeless because they survive these devastating challenges time and again. The landscape is forever changed by the passage of such storms, but the land and sea and sky remain, and return to calm within hours of the storm’s passing. The people focus on what is saved and their relationships with one another, rather than focus on what they have lost.
By dinner time the winds had subsided, patches of blue sky appeared, and the remaining clouds took on soft, pastel sunset colors. The air was cool, fall-like. We heard birds and chirping insects before dusk, and the sounds of children finally let out to play in the street.
Another storm finally passed, and life is returning to its normal rhythms. Perhaps ‘normal’ is the silver-lining we all hope for in the passing storms of life.
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Woodland Gnome 2019
Many thanks to the wonderful ‘Six on Saturday’ meme sponsored by The Propagator