Journal Entry 12.18.23

A storm has arrived. The ferries are cancelled. We are told to stay home. Trees are falling. Electricity is failing. I am alive. The winds are different. Their force and their direction have changed. The house vibrates and sings. I bake Christmas cookies and take out the garbage, but the electricity is in the air. Life is not simply to be endured and responded to, it is to embrace and be changed by. The storm is in my body. My hair is blown wild by the wind. Life is not static. It is always changing. Like standing in a boat responding to the waves, my hips rock in response and I question.