|the storms of September|
September 1, 2008
Gustav will be barreling down on NO any minute now, and Hanna is out there in the Atlantic just takin' her ol sweet time. I guess that's Okay. What does it mean for me? Boatloads of rain. We've had so much this summer. I'm not really complaining. Georgia and Alabama really need it, but not at the cost of more damage to Louisiana. Gas prices are gonna go up again, because that's just what people in need require is to shell out more money.
I remember thinking that I would never get to see the glory of old NO, and now I know that's never gonna happen. I've got some sort of tie there, but I don't exactly know what it is. I always figured it would come to me when I got there. Like when I was standing in front of the totem pole in Seattle's Pike Street market, I reached out to touch it and I knew. Or like that day when I was fourteen and we had gone to the Navajo reservation. I was poking around, looking at some beads, when an old woman came over, scoooped up a handful and had me hold them, she said, "These will tell you secrets."
I'm not a psychic or anything, but I believe that certain objects reveal things to me. I never know where I am going to find them, and I don't actively look for them either. It just happens. But, with NO, there's more to it than that. I've got some history there. It's back in my collective conscious of all that is me and everwhere and everywhen I have been.
Some people blow these things off as hokey and I understand why, but if ever they had touched something and images raced through their minds about how this object may affect your life-they'd shut the hell up.
Anyway...pray for the people along the gulf coast, it is going to be an ugly day and probably many more to come, but I am so happy so many people evacuated this time.
Meanwhile, I am going to find my umbrella and raincoat.