as I sit here and type post brainstorm and prayer, I am reminded of the events and death of friends 16 years ago with the events that changed my life, more than I care to admit with 9-11. today, I sit and wait for word on just how good, bad, or ugly the damage is to other friends who hunkered down in the massive hurricane Irma. while I am optimistic our USA building codes have truly helped with protection, if something bad happened, I can load all the tools in a truck and go help. what does this have to do with tomatoes? I have two plants here that I am testing some ideas for a bit of bonsai plant meets indoor gardening in the desert…my neighbor got this morning’s ripe off the vine and said, “wow, this is a good tomato!”
I really don’t have much to say today, so I will leave it all at that…it is a strange and somber day of sorts of which I am sitting and quieting my heart and soul so that I know where to be led. do I stay here and help? do I go elsewhere? the only thing I know for sure is the best thing I can do to help is go inside my own heart and soul and clean out the storm damage I have done to myself in my life and then use that wisdom to perhaps help others. who knows what tomorrow will bring. all I have for certain is this moment.
so, if you have friends and family that were uprooted and have their homes decimated, let me know. I won’t be going until after the waters receded and all the rush from society goes in to “do something” right after the storm. but send the email, what town they are in and what they need. god does work in mysterious ways – even with ex-prodigal sons like me. :o)