So I awoke yesterday in the wee hours to see Cabo decimated by a Cat 3 hurricane. I saw the beautiful airport in shambles, the barrios destroyed, the fancy resorts blown out and the marina trashed. I heard some people being interviewed saying that everything will be cleaned up in two weeks. How is that possible when it is likely that power won't be back on for at least that long? Anyway, seeing the damage in photos was bad but living through a Cat 3 gives a whole other definition to hell.
After looking as long as I could at the damage in Cabo, I checked email to learn that a long-time friend died in her sleep early Monday morning. She had just been at an event on Saturday with one of her beloved dogs. Her last post to everyone on Sunday night was about how happy she was that her dog did well. I'm glad that she had a good two days and died happy. She was a quiet, unassuming person who loved animals and her family. She also suffered from rheumatoid arthritis which took her away from riding and competing with her dogs. But she still managed to get around with a cane.
I am not stunned anymore by people dying. I am sad but realize that more and more of my friends are going to die as time passes. Over the past year, death has simply been a factor in my life. It is there like a shadow sometimes, especially on days like yesterday.
I prefer to not have the shadow near me and opt for bright sparkling water, ocean breezes and light days. I keep the shadow away by traveling to the edge of the marsh. The grass is going to seed, swaying in the breeze, changing color with the season. It's an unsettled time of year with thunderstorms threatening in the distance, large cumulonimbus clouds building, and the light changing and moving like the leaves up in the trees. At these moments, I am so glad to be alive, fully and with such a feeling of love deep inside my soul.
That's what I am feeling at this moment. Love and peace to you all.