Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Hurricanes that live on . . . the hurricane of ????

In her parents' bedroom looking out the windows facing westward,  Marash Girl stood with her father and mother watching the white birches dance in the hurricane's wind, reach to the ground, twist and turn, and return to their upright position, only to begin the dance again.  Do you see those trees? Peter asked. . . . They will unlikely be uprooted or torn down because they're flexible, they dance with the wind. . . unlike the sturdy, strong oak trees, unbending, and when they fall, they fall hard, completely uprooted.  

Peter loved object lessons.

It was that same day that little Marash Girl got so excited when the sun came out - - only to learn that she could not go out to play, that they were in the eye of the hurricane.  And sure enough, a short while later, the hurricane returned even more ferocious than before.  Peter did not take that moment to teach an object lesson , (he might have said that things aren't always as they seem . . . or sunshine and the good times do not last forever), but instead he taught us about the dangers of being in the eye of the storm.

1 comment:

  1. I am so glad to hear from two people who are all right - three, counting my sister, and four counting you! It was very eerie watching it all from the west coast.