Tag: National Hurricane Center

Pressing on

There are days when nothing seemed to go your way.

Just have to press on.

Then there are days when things converge, in perfect storm with positive results.

Just have to press on.

Things, people and places.

They are what/who they are.

Can’t bend them to our liking, for our preferences.

Just have to learn to work around the inevitable.

Just have to press on.

Some of us grow mature as a result of wrestling with what the prayer of serenity called “that which cannot be changed”.

Just have to press on.

Others among us still want to find new challenges to wrestle with. Good for them.

Just take a look at Sandy. Then learn a thing or two about our environment, how it is to be treated.

With fear and trepidation.

I enjoy jogging in the park. The lush green, the shades just angling right around 5 o’clock.

I am sure the ducks and squirrels do too.

After all, it’s their homes as much as ours.

We all share in the abundance of clean air and fresh water.

Preserve it. Conserve it.

Just have to press on.

A nation is respected when its citizens respect the commons.

Visitors to any country will adopt and adapt to how the locals behave.

NYC after Sandy will need a lot of reparation.

Just have to press on.

Let this year’s count-down, be one of the best.

May the elected President see his best term ever.

Just have to press on. To face whatever is ahead. Opportunity likes to dance with those already on the dance floor (Jackson Brown).

Just have to keep on dancing. Until the music stops. Has it ever?

Sand and Storm

Isaac is sweeping through the Keys in a Northwest arch as seen in previous storms.

Paradise bills come due. This summer we have seen an eerie absence of tornadoes (too dried to happen).

Paradise’s sand box are put on high alert.

The last time, a political convention that got that much press attention before it gets started was Chicago 68.

This time, the National Guards are also mobilized, but for a different reason: to help with eventual and possible evacuation.

Grab your bag. Essentials only: toothbrush, toothpaste (shared), eye glasses, underwear and change of clothes. Well, maybe a paperback, normally for beach reading.

I used to have my class do an exercise in forced ranking: what if you could only bring five things to an isolated island.

It makes for group discussion, collaboration and debate.

What would you bring if you were to live in the Keys this morning?

Tow that camper away with everything in it and sit in traffic?

Remember not to forget the I-phone charger, for storm tracker.

I know I would bring my daughter’s pics, even though they are already in a flash drive.

I heard of DropBox. Maybe I should open an account (a safe?) there in the Cloud.

Valuables and all that remains.

A lifetime of memory and momento.

What is life?

Play time and work time, hurt and healing?

Sand storm and sand box.

Some of us are defined by crisis, others crown.

The higher the climb, the steeper the fall.

Just part of the roller-coaster ride.

In other time, Florida Keys are picture perfect. You can’t get enough of it.

But then, one has to live with these North-ward weather patterns, as if everything “negative” seems to have come from somewhere South, if it fits your prejudice. People who reached a certain maturity have come to accept that trade-off : you can’t have paradise without penalty, sand without storm, at least in this life, at least on this Earth.