Wednesday February 1, 2023 Hello Dear Reader, After a couple of travel snafus and an overnight stay in a dingy motel in Fort Myers, Jamie and I arrived here at my elderly in-law’s vacant home on hurricane-devastated Captiva Island, Florida, last Friday afternoon. When we walked into the house, I cried. Strong emotions dominated my physical form and it was as though I was no longer consciously inhabiting the present moment.
Oh, Camilla. So moved by this. I feel emotion rising, too, at the thought of the random destruction in the hurricane's wake. And of course, had a laugh at the need for WIFI at the bottom of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. But, mostly, reading this, I feel an expansion, a greater connection to what's real, as you describe the ibises, the sandpipers, dolphins and lizards and how in the face of all this difficulty, life continues on, including you and Jamie getting this job done, especially while jet lagged.
Oh, Camilla. So moved by this. I feel emotion rising, too, at the thought of the random destruction in the hurricane's wake. And of course, had a laugh at the need for WIFI at the bottom of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. But, mostly, reading this, I feel an expansion, a greater connection to what's real, as you describe the ibises, the sandpipers, dolphins and lizards and how in the face of all this difficulty, life continues on, including you and Jamie getting this job done, especially while jet lagged.