Sunshine breaking through the storm – Photo by warriorwoman531 Courtesy PhotoDropper
It was so good to wake up to sunshine today, having seen so much rain in Colorado the past week. In case you haven’t followed the news stories over the weekend, we’ve had an enormous amount of rainfall the past several days with devastating floods. One even said the rain was in “biblical” proportions. I know, as long as I’ve lived here, since 1969, I haven’t seen this much rainfall in a short span of days.
Colorado typically has storms that last an hour or two and then pass. They usually come in the spring and later in the summer, during the monsoon season ― not in September. But, this downpour came and parked itself over the mountains and outlying areas.
It rained nonstop for 4-5 days, with relief coming in short, intermittent periods. It was as if someone turned on a shower, full force. USA Today reported last Friday that with a soaking most of the week and no end in sight, “up to 10 inches fell in an area from the Wyoming border southward to the foothills west of Denver.” Interesting, as our climate is naturally dry.
Historic Colorado flood of 2013:
It not only flooded in the mountains but mostly along the Front Range in Denver, Boulder, Loveland, Aurora and surrounding communities. It was noted in one of the news broadcasts that the flood covers an area about the same size as the state of Connecticut.
We were lucky and weren’t slammed like so many from this rain and flooding. We got rain and, at times, it was heavy but we’re not close to a river or stream nor susceptible to clogged roadway drains. Many were affected. I see it all around my state. It’s frightening to hear stories of rising waters with the sounds of trees cracking, rocks tumbling and debris slamming into bridges.
Here’s an example of one of the many flash floods and a rescue in the mountains:
There is not going to be a quick fix. It will take time for families, communities and businesses to realize some sense of normalcy. This year, across the US, many communities had calamities from hurricanes on the east coast and tornadoes in the Midwest to major fires in the west ― Colorado included.
What can you do? Wrap your arms around your family and the ones most important to you and hold them tight. Love them and be thankful for what you still have. Then, look for where you can begin to pick up the pieces the best way you know how. There will be many helping hands reaching out to give aid and encouragement. Take baby steps ― it’s going to take time. But, soon the sun will shine again.
God bless my fellow Coloradoans facing these challenges today and the days to come. I pray you will find the strength and resources to carry you through.
Yesterday, I was reminded of an analogy Dr. Wayne Dyer spoke of awhile back, when he asked (to paraphrase), “What comes out when you squeeze an orange?” Well, the obvious answer would be orange juice. But, he took it further in asking to take a personal look at ourselves and what goes on in our lives.
What comes out when we’re being squeezed? I think this is what I got hit with yesterday ― the stuff that’s held onto for so long in people’s hearts. It had to come out.
The story of the orange came to me after a series of phone calls. I was excited to chat, as I normally don’t talk on the phone that much ― at least, not this many calls, one right after the other. The energy built and momentum from one call to the next and I didn’t notice it at first.
The calls ranged in emotions from happy birthday greetings, everyday kid-raising conversations, the expressions of rage in political grievances and finally to sad, fearful, hard-to-let-go crossroad decisions.
I could relate to each of them in what was being said, having been there in some form or another in different stages of my life. As the momentum built from each call, I got caught up in it. It was different this time, however, to view the conversations from another’s perspective.
It made me wonder, “Man! Is there truly that much fear, anger and despair?” “Am I really that much out of touch with the world?” There was a strong, intense energy in the phone calls and voices ― it bowled me over with surprise and a sense of urgency that I needed to pay attention.
After I hung up, still overwhelmed and taken off guard, I felt as if I had been slammed from all directions. I didn’t know who had been squeezed ― them or me ― but something sure had happened. I needed time to breathe and process it all.
As I thought about it, I realized a little slice of the world and people’s pain paid me a visit. It’s a pressure cooker out there with what’s going down these days. You know the feeling. It’s as if people can no longer smile, pretend and play the game anymore. Their true feelings can no longer be contained and they are exploding. Yesterday, I just happened to be there in the line of fire to listen. I hope.
I thought I had sorted it all out on what had happened but there was more I had to understand. I finally recognized that the phone calls were triggers to get my attention. I was doing what I had always done and that was look to the outside for answers instead of going inside. We always have a choice about what we give our attention to and energy.
In my heart of hearts, I believe in a Source, no matter the label or title, that’s greater than what is seen or appears real ― and I believe in love and good will. I’ve had my share of heartbreak, challenges and fears and I don’t think anyone enjoys going through them.
We need each other more than ever for encouragement and strength, even when we’re squeezed and what comes out is not pretty. Maybe, my inner child I abandoned so many times before was just screaming to get my attention to celebrate our birth together by saying, “Happy Birthday”.
I’ve been reading a lot lately, books, posts, articles, and came across some of my old journals. I had forgotten about this incident I wrote about in December of 1999 . . . my little miracle.
It’s been more than 10 years ago and I can still remember it, as if it was yesterday. It was not so insignificant, at the time, or minor, as I recall, and goes like this:
Had to go to get a follow-up on my mammogram today. They said they saw a slight change in my original mammogram and wanted some more pictures. I got in there and the technician, Barbara, said they were going to take a couple pictures and magnify them – there was a small place they wanted to look at. I’ve had two needle biopsies on this right breast.
She took the pictures and said, “Let’s make it go away.” I waited for results. She came back and said they needed to take one more to lighten it up and commented, “We’re making it go away.” At both times, I agreed with her.
Afterwards, she came back in after developing and getting the results from the doctor and said, “It went away ― it’s gone.” She said she asked the doctor, “Did it go away?” and he said, “Yes, appears to.” I said to myself, that is a miracle!! Earlier, I could see the small spot on the x-ray that she was talking about. She said, “We’ll see you in a year ― it’s normal. That’s just how your breast is.”
I am so full of thankfulness. She and I hugged and wished each other a happy holiday season.
Thank you God!
Barbara was my angel that day ― a messenger of good news ― helping me in more ways than she ever imagined. As I watched the scenario unfold, I felt as if my life had just briefly passed before me. I can’t tell you how relieved and grateful I felt, as I left for home that day. Overwhelmed with emotions, my subconscious knew much more had just happened.
This was how this played out for me so many years ago and I know there are so many of you facing enormous challenges today. I also believe that with the challenges come great strength, courage and hope. In the midst of swarming emotions, chaos and worry, if we can stop long enough to breathe and listen, we’ll detect a “more-is-going-on” knowing and that’s where miracles reside.
What miracles have you experienced in your life? I hope you’ll share.
It’s almost a full week since the shootings and the media moves on to current news and people begin to pick up the pieces of their lives. Some pick up where it left off and others face life decisions they never thought they would have to make alone.
My heart breaks and soul aches for those touched by this incident and I struggle with how to express words of hope and encouragement.
I don’t pretend to know what people are experiencing or feeling. I only want to share from personal loss and trust it will in some small way bring comfort.
Something has happened snatching us out of our daily routines and we didn’t ask for it. For the most part, we can get along just fine taking care of business – going to work or school, showering, eating, playing, sleeping – and then something yanks the emergency brake and we tumble and crash. Everything is upside down and we say, “What the hell?”, if we’re able, trying to make sense of it – only there’s no making sense.
Then something else happens, we try to stand and gain solid ground. We’re suddenly flooded with emotions and can no longer control the tears and pain in our chest. Our body is out of control and we feel like our gut is turned inside out. Something is going on only I don’t know what.
It’s no wonder in times like these we turn to an unseen force seeking help – something beyond the body and mind because that’s not working the way it used to. Our hearts cry out – perhaps “calling all angels” – and connect us to our spirit. Now, this is out of the norm but there’s comfort – a peace and deep rest if only for a couple of hours.
The only problem is when I open my eyes I remember – it isn’t a dream. It didn’t go away and it starts all over again. This is the beginning of healing – one breath, one moment at a time. We’re in touch with a part of ourselves we never knew existed, connected to a different dimension and it’s overwhelming.
This is life – all its working parts. Pain brought us to a depth of our soul, though we don’t want to arrive that way. Our spirit forces us to feel things we don’t want to feel. Our senses are opened and introduced to something beyond daily routines. Can we dare to hope again – hope that our loved ones aren’t lost forever?
Can we begin to look through this ache and pain at good things that have come out of this – is there more happening on a bigger scale beyond what I can see?
People genuinely loving, comforting one another with value: young and old women, men and children, professional athletes, business, hospital and medical professionals, military, police and fire men and women, FBI, elected officials, clergy, a president and Batman actor.
Heroes emerged giving their lives for loved ones and fellow human beings.
Hugo Jackson, born to the Medley family, is awaiting his father Caleb’s recovery from critical gunshot wounds.
Life struggles to go on and yet it’s changed. None of this can really be explained to everyone’s satisfaction and debates go on forever. As a victim’s girlfriend put it (paraphrased), “He gave his life for me but I don’t know how to live it.”
We begin to take a step forward and we’ll fall down. But we’ll get up with more strength and determination with the help of others to make a difference and not take this life for granted.
The real truth can only be found in the depths of our hearts but for now we can rest “in the arms of an angel” and hold on to the good things remembered. What are you feeling today? Please share.
Pat – from the ol’ kitchen table
(YouTube video – Jane Siberry and KD Lang singing “Calling All Angels”)