I surrendered
We battle and rage. We froth with frustration. The media feed stokes anger.
Leaders around the world gloat about their cruelty. Hypocrisy is so rampant it is hard to keep up, especially in the realm of free-speech warriors, where free speech is only for the autocrats and techno-feudalists, in the tone and colour that they like. Damn everyone else’s free speech. Or kick them out, literally.
And in my little neck of the woods on the map of the world, Mother Nature had other plans.
And all I, and everyone else, could do, was be prepared and then surrender to a cyclone.
After 8 years of writing every day, three days of not writing Beauty. No power. The mobile networks down. Analog only.
Surrender.
Even walking outside was too dangerous. Not just winds, but falling trees, hundreds and hundreds of fallen trees, and power lines. Wind gusts that could lift you off your feet. Roads flooded.
Surrender. Stop fighting. Stop railing against the beast.
No news feed. No scrolling.
A few good books. Disappearing into mystical lands told in a story on a page. A real page. Textured. Touchable.
I surrendered.
There was peace and acceptance. A little forced respite. No effort.
For once.
The birds came to get food, hungry after the winds stripped trees bare.
Otherwise, just us, bundled close. Safe. Dry.
It was medicine.
Photo March 10 2025, Article written March 10th 2025
