The Cone of Uncertainty

I’ve been in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp for other hurricanes, so I decided to go to my daughter’s place in Port Orange to ride it out. It was a little dicey at times. We lost power around 11 p.m. on Wednesday. Cassadaga hung in there for a few more hours.

A tower must’ve toppled near Port Orange as well. By the time the worst hit us, it was either a hurricane one or tropical storm. Wind blew and rain dropped for 36 hours. We had very little communication with the outside world. A text would come through or go out randomly. Once it calmed slightly, my son-in-law went to check on his mother. He returned within 30 minutes to announce there was no way out. I was packed and ready to go. I was to teach an online class that night and was stressed to not even reach out.

We, my daughter, son-in-law, grandson and myself, decided to go on an adventure, to take a walk and see what I could not fathom. Yes, it was still blowing and raining a bit. I wore my daughter’s winter coat and zipped it up to my neck. I was surprised. There was no way a vehicle would make it out. Ridgewood Avenue (US 1) looked like a raging river (spiritual meaning: high emotions). I could see the ocean further back. Commonwealth Boulevard had also looked like a raging river on both sides. On one side, there were vehicles floating – like you see elsewhere on the television. Unbelievable!

Back story: That trek made me think of a time when I was part of the hurricane coverage for the Lake Edition of the Orlando Sentinel. I took my son, daughter and neighbor kid to cover the story at an elementary school. We were pretty much in the aftermath, but still windy and rainy. That was an adventure, too.

Spiritually, hurricanes are about destruction, a cleansing of sorts. Afterward, people come together to help one another. We bring about a new way of being or a reminder as to what is truly important in life. The sun comes out again.

I changed. I truly understood that sometimes you cannot keep your word because of extenuating circumstances.  Thank goodness my students understood. Of course, they would. Same with the readings I had scheduled. I even had one person wonder how I was on my social media. It was sweet. I thought I have at least one follower who knows who I am and where I’m from.

At Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp, members are getting together today at noon for a cookout to use up the close to unfrozen food. It will be nice to have that togetherness. I’m bringing my Frisbee. I hope I can find someone to play.

If you were affected in any way by the hurricane, think about what has changed for you since that day – same goes for any other life altering situation that made you change who you are. We are survivors and we will get through this.

I’m sure my grandson will not remember this adventure, but we will tell him how he came along to see that the neighborhood streets changed into rivers for a day or two.

Sending healing energies to those in need.

Blessings of Peace, Healing and Love!