Hurricane Harvey paid me a visit this week – I spent the first part of the week fretting about whether or not I would stay or leave. Then on Thursday afternoon, I saw the updated forecast to Category 4, saw the projected rainfall, and decided to just get the hell out.
I made that decision around 1:30 pm, talked to my boss, shut down my work for the day, and was on the road to Dallas with my cats by 3pm.
I had with me:
- my runes and a deck of tarot cards (no reading cloth, no books)
- my prayer beads
- five days worth of clothes
- a week’s worth of prescription medication plus a bit extra
- two cats
- a cat box
- all the perishable food from my fridge that I thought was worth saving
And that’s it. This course is supposed to be about developing a home hearth based practice – as a Houstonian, hurricane evacuations are just going to be part of that practice, so there’s actually some merit in having it happen during my journal for this class. That said, it wasn’t fun, and I’m still displaced as of writing this (to be published later). My practice right now is prayer. Lots of prayer. My friends and loved ones are in the path of this storm – most of Nine Waves grove did not evacuate, for various reasons, and so I watch to make sure they are safe, and I pray.
Watching a storm like this come aground while you can do nothing about it puts me in mind to think on the power of nature, and to remember that I’m glad I don’t work in a cosmology that has a “problem of evil”. Sometimes bad things happen. It’s not personal.
I’ll try to unpack more of that next week. For now, I just hope and pray that next week when I write my journal entry, I have a home to go back to.
Little Druid on the Prairie 
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