My previous blog post was penned and posted the morning of the May 20th storm that devastated Moore, Oklahoma.
I stood in circulating rain that afternoon as sirens blared in my city, moments before the funnel formed in Newcastle and gained size and steam through Moore. I was beyond scared, but managed to gather all of my children into one school building before lock-down occurred. The following Friday (the 24th) found my family (to include the dog and cat) driving south to avoid the largest tornado in recorded history.
We have a storm cellar now.
Today is July 1st, and I’m focusing on releasing our rental home to property management at the end of the month. I’m also participating in a writing camp this month, as my June writing schedule was readjusted thanks to Mother Nature.
If I’ve learned anything, it’s that life sends obstacles in relentless fashion when I’m close to reaching my goals, whatever those goals may be. True to form, last night was spent in an emergency room with my better half, but today I write.
“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.”