You can dance in a hurricane. But only if you are standing in the eye.
~ Brandi Carlile
Dear Springhouse community,
This month, the metaphor I chose to speak to the mysteries of this life, and the power they have to ground us in our lives, is a hurricane.
A couple of years ago, I was diagnosed with a rare, but very treatable, cutaneous lymphoma. As I drove 40 minutes to and from the radiation center with my Mom, I listened to the song The Eye by Brandi Carlile many times. We would blast it, with the windows down, and feel a freedom that ran so much deeper than the situation we were in. The eye of the storm, so to speak; the storm for me being cancer.
Rewind my life back over 30 years to me living in Martha’s Vineyard. It was the summer of 1991 and I was getting ready to leave the island and head back to my final year at Michigan State. About a week before we left, Hurricane Bob roared across the island. Its effects were significant. Big trees uprooted. Power out for weeks. The place I worked was flooded completely. It was a mess.
But while the hurricane roared, I learned something powerful...
