Friday, September 2nd, 2011
I am nothing short of lucky, given only small puddles in my yard after the storm of the century inundated our packed with streams, rivers and, very water-holing for swimming, ponds, landscape here in Vermont. People are seeing very lasting damage to homes, roads and bridges. Killing lots of nice gardens are pictured on front page of newspaper, nightly news dominating, rapidly flowing, erratically turning over, progressively picking up more and more debris, raging waters of, landlocked from ocean, land of Green Mountain men, Larry and Tracy.
It is population-keeping-to-mass-transit-run cities that get a reprieve. Soddened by potent, weatherman’s nightmare, rebelling against good for predicting lots of tanning days forecasts, going into the long night, massive hurricane, Vermonters are stymied but valiantly look ahead to a more peaceful time. All open to listening to the music of our voices for political and social change, we might signal over and out to the rest of the country that we look again to our inner strength, a natural source inside of ourselves, operating like powerfully good heat-producing woodstoves, to wave off adversity and bring in prosperity again.
It’s words I know but only an communication, lingering in silence treated like mute, challenged person like me needs this moment to express thoughts on a stormy day in Vermont.
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