NASA: A computer-generated image of Hurricane Fran (1996)

I hunker down in my fuchsia fleece pajamas and blue fleece turtleneck. Discovering an island in Indonesia has been wiped out by a tsunami changes everything. Yet  in my kitchen, the refrigerator still hums. Plants grow. Candles warm the room. Compassion flows. Thank you for all the rescue workers, everywhere. God bless each and every one of us and hold us safe in your arms, no matter our situations. God bless us each down to our toes.

My toes burrow in worn wool Solmate socks. I choke up a little. I am so grateful to be here in my warm jammies. Last night on the phone, Hannah said, “I’ve been trying to have this cry for days.” Away at college, she kept starting to well up only to have a roommate walk in. At last, mom on the phone and alone in her room, she could let go.

The before and after pictures of the island show devastation of almost all the structures. We knew this, that the Earth would take back those on the coasts as the sea levels rose, yet we chose not to act. I and all humanity are complicit. I hug my chair with my feet so my foot rest will not slide away from me.

I just returned from a weekend trip to Albuquerque to visit my daughter at college. One thing this trip did, and I loved it: It stalled winter for me. I had shivered nonstop since the cold first arrived, but then three wonderful long runs in the dessert re-lit my inner pilot light.

During this morning’s check-in with allies from spirit and nature, I “got” that I should begin today by cooking a big wonderful meal for us for later. It’s all in the works now, homemade pesto in chunks of walnuts and bright leafy basil in the food processor, perched to get swirled. Also, a big pan of bright sautéed vegetables to bathe and toss and giggle with pesto later.

I bow my head. Lately, Byron Katie astounds me with her cut-to-the-chase wisdom.

Yesterday it was (paraphrased): “Defense is the first act of war. If you tell me I have been unkind, I can find it. I look where I want to defend myself, and there lies a pearl.” On the phone before my flight home, my ex-husband told me our daughter wished I’d been more supportive during the trip. At first I was both hurt and angry…so angry I wasn’t going to call her for a while. Then, when I was home, I read that Byron Katie line and just let go of my defenses. I called my daughter and gently asked how I could be more supportive. My sweet kiddo was at last able to cry and receive the Mama love she needed.

When I first read Byron Katie, she used to piss me off. I would raise my fist, only partly in jest, and say, “F… you, Byron Katie!” On some level I knew she taught good medicine, but I just did not want to hear it.

Now, I gulp it down and say thank you, every time.

So truth serum heals, even if we don’t want to hear it. Now it’s our cities decimated by Hurricane Michael. Maybe it’s time to call it like it is:

An unnatural disaster.

“A sobering report the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change released this month says the world must cut emissions of carbon dioxide about in half by 2030 — a dozen years from now — and become carbon-neutral, meaning no net pollution of that heat-trapping gas, by 2050 in order to … avoid some of the very worst consequences of warming. ~John D. Sutter, CNN, “How to talk about hurricanes now.”

There is much each of us can do.

1. Vote! We must elect candidates willing to act now to save the Earth if we’re to avert mass deaths for humans, animals, our oceans, and our ecosystems.

2. Take personal actions stop global warming

3. Drink the f…ing medicine. A toast?