As much of an optimist as I am, it is still undeniable that Irma is one scary mother. Being a Floridian, an obsessed-with-Florida Floridian, my heart breaks at the thought of such devastation hitting so close to home.
The Waiting Game
My loved ones and I have evacuated and prepared as much as we possible. There is no denying that all I can do right now is wait. As an empath, and healer by nature, I desperately want to fix this. I long to help; to make this right. Too bad. I can’t.
“It is what it is.”
I’m typically the first to refute the “it is what it is” saying; my argument being:
“No – it is what we make of it.”
Right now, however, I need to let go. What will be will be. All that is promised in life is change, and change is scary. I can’t control Irma. I can’t fix this. Not yet at least. I know this, you know it, we all know it. But that doesn’t make it any easier.
Reacting Vs. Responding
What we can control is whether we react or respond in any given situation. My hope is that we be mindful to not react. But to respond. With a calm clear mind focused on building, progressing, living forward. I am sorry that I can’t prevent this, protect my community, or help – yet. Until it is safe and reasonable for me to do so, in whatever way that I can, I need to wait; “ride it out.”
The majority of my morning was spent sending only the highest vibes toward my home in Tampa. To my Tampa family. My Houston family. My Universe. We are all one. Namaste, my loves. I love you all.