Looking at images of NYC post-Sandy and I feel heartsick. I spent the better part of the last several days connecting with friends to make sure they were all right. I can’t help thinking that if I was still living there I could do something…anything; but I’m not there, so all I can do is sit and watch it all unfold. I was able to make a few monetary donations which in some small way helped assuage my feelings of uselessness. In my heart I was thinking it would be weeks…maybe even months before trains were up, bridges were open and life took on some semblance of normal again. Today I am amazed at the speediness of it all – trains, planes, buses, bridges and tunnels all seem to be returning to regular schedules and power is coming back to life, with some limitation.
Living in NYC on September 11th I watched a City come together in ways I had formerly thought impossible; and today, from my vantage point on this side of the country, I see a City repeating its strength and displaying its camaraderie for one another once again. That warms my heart.
I do think at times we are flip and take so much for granted. At least I know I am guilty of that. I work to give thanks and be grateful every day; but I know some days it is far more difficult than others. With the passing of Sandy, I am reminded to not sit back and to give thanks for every moment that passes – life can and does change on a dime. So today, I am so thankful for so much and mostly for the safety and well-being of my friends, who are my chosen family, living on the east coast. Namaste.