Peg and I flew back from Boston today on an early-morning, standby flight. We felt so fortunate. Fortunate to have had the luxury to drop Chloe off in Burlington, VT for the start of her college career. Fortunate to have had the time and means to spend a few days hiking through the gorgeous, green, Vermont countryside. Fortunate that we weren't in the position of having to deal with unbelievable devastation like those residing in the gulf coast region of Texas.
Later that evening, I walked into our backyard ... you know, the one beautifully designed and maintained by my lovely partner, Peg. What stuck with me as I walked through that bit of zen situated to the south of my kitchen window were these delicate, hearty, colorful flowers. In them, I saw the spirit of my sister, Rebecca. Rebecca and her husband Rob are living through the uncertainty of Hurricane Harvey's aftermath. They have evacuated and aren't sure what will be left when they return to their house on the southwest side of Houston.
Rebecca, no matter what happens to your belongings, I view you in the same way I view these flowers. Resilient, lovely, vibrant, full of life's joy.