Irma’s Visit

Irma left us early yesterday morning.  Everyone started breathing again.   I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until she was gone. 

The posts on “Experience” and “Allow”  that I wrote a couple of weeks ago came to life during Irma’s visit.   As the leading edge of her moved in on Monday morning I was given an opportunity to have the experience of bending.  My MO is to stand straight and ridged and do it myself.  By noon I began to see staying in a trailer surrounded by large oak trees was not the best place to be.   My wonderful friends who live across the road had already offered the cat and I stay with them.   I packed some things and the cat and I went across the road.  Why did I think bending was hard?  It felt really good to have company and feel safe. 

As I watched out of the picture window I felt pity for the trees who were being pushed roughly around by the wind and rain of Irma.   I had to stop and remind myself this is their experience.  They were not victims.  Why is it so hard for me to get that my pity is so unwanted.  They were fine.  And what did I think I could do for them?  Bring them inside?  

At 8 A.M. Tuesday morning I went across the road to take care of the ponies and check the trailer.  They and the trailer were fine, a relief.  That is when I noticed one of the large oak trees was down.   It was on the west side of the trailer and had fallen away from the trailer.  I walked to the tree, not only was it down but trees in it’s path were down too.  I really had to rein my emotions in and go to the allowing place.  The tree was glad I did that.  The tree showed me it was ok and that dying was a slow process.  In that process it had time to come to the realization that being rigid and not able to bend is what brought it down.  It showed me this was a huge lesson it was learning.  This was part of it’s inner growth and expansion.  It is life.  Dying is the greatest opportunity to evolve, expand. 

I told a friend in Colorado about the tree and she asked me for pictures.  Immediately the tree asked me not do this, it needed privacy.  I honored the request.  Dying is a very private time.

Irma brought a lot of experiences to process.   A big one is gratitude, not taking anything for granted.  Seeing the Divine at work in everything.   I am blessed beyond measure. 

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