storm, Storm and STORMS

I woke up just a short while ago to the sounds of the wind outside and as it is too dark right  now to see, I know that when I look out at Santa Rosa Sound from my home in Gulf Breeze I'll see a higher tide than normal and some rough waters. Tropical Storm Lee is sitting out in the Gulf of Mexico. This storm seems to have just sprung up quickly compared to other storm events where we watch them approach our area from their birthplace in the Atlantic or Caribbean Sea. I'm thinking of my friend Tommy from high school who has suddenly lost another beloved family member, one very young. My heart hurts for him. He has suffered a great deal of loss in a short time. I can't imagine what it is like so as my way to express my love and concern, I thought I would repost something I wrote in my blog in October 2009. I certainly don't know why these things happen. Words including mine are so inadequate.

St. Francis stands in my living room. I see him everyday, gazing lovingly down at the bird on his shoulder, the one who never moves. For that matter, neither does St. Francis, unless I choose to move him.

St. Francis was found very few days after Hurricane Dennis hit my hometown in 2005. He was almost buried completely under mounds of seaweed and other assorted refuse that had washed up on our property - fishing poles, lumber - lots of lumber - trash, signs, dead fish. My husband and I with some friends, after spending days washing muck out of the house, decided to walk a bit along the shoreline - a sort of treasure hunt - and there he was - laying as still as a saint under duress - and we rescued him.

Since that day St. Francis has lived silently in my living room, his only companions his birds and the assorted houseplants I decide look good standing with him. These changed from time to time, mood to mood - until one day he stood by the pony palm, the one we brought home from my mother-in-law's funeral in 2007 - the one that grows and grows. They became permanent companions that day.

St. Francis came to our house after adversity, the pony palm after a death. Visitors to my house may very well have wondered why I have a garden statue in my living room. It is because St. Francis and his friend the pony palm remind me daily that death and adversity are a part of life, sometimes companions - but life continues after death and sainthood may come from coping with adversity, for God's sake.