Posting from our Hurricane Sandy retreat. We were so lucky that a friend of ours opened their home to us in our time of need. Because we almost didn't leave. We didn't want to and literally turned the car around, changing our minds and deciding to stay. But "something" was telling us to go. So we turned around again and rerouted back onto our evacuation journey. And thank every little star and all that is holy that we listened to that "something".
Our town resembles a war zone. Too, too many friends and family have lost everything. My hometown where I grew up and the town I now call home are both beyond devastation. They don't resemble anything I know. Homes are burnt to the ground. People are homeless. People are missing. People are forever changed.
And yet there is this inspirational spirit that lives in our community. All of us somehow, feeling blessed. That we have each other. Because we don't let each other down. Our blood runs thick with strength and seawater, and we use them both to carry each other through any of the hard times that come our way. Churches are gone and yet were all thanking God. Because we're alive. And have each other. It's truly the most amazing thing to be apart of. I couldn't be any prouder.
Stay strong Rockaway, Long Beach, Breezy Point and Roxbury. We'll all make it through. Because we have each other.
Not that I'm here often anyway, but I'll definitely be out of touch. We are lucky enough to have a home, but it's going to take some work to make it liveable. We don't know where we'll live for a while, but we know we'll be okay. Please send your prayers and positive thoughts to us beach people. We could surely use it.
