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Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Storm
Storms don't appear out of nowhere. Some kind of sign usually announces their impending arrival. Swirling weather patterns like clouds and low pressure. Stirred up messes like PET scans and suspicious lumps. Dark days with eyes that won't meet your gaze and blame getting placed. Weak systems like zero balance checking accounts and piled up bills.
There is usually some kind of sign. The storm is coming.
How can you possibly be ready? What if you miss the signs? Or weren't looking for them in the first place?
Once you're in the thick of it...it's too late. Or is it?
There is one thing that stands confidently and watches the approaching storm. One thing that gathers the necessary supplies and prepares for the onslaught. One thing that leans into the wind, and bends but does not break. One thing you can see even when the visibility is zero. One thing that spreads over you when the debris of your life is falling down around you. One thing that does not need to to be built back up when the storm has passed because it was never knocked down in the first place.
There is one thing.
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