Back to the Coast

After almost two weeks away from the Gulf Coast, I’m headed back this weekend. My brother and I talked today (he lives there) and he spoke with a guy who lives two miles from Ft Morgan on the Gulf. He told of watching the Gulf die a little more every day. In front of his home he said there is hardly anything alive.

Oxygen levels measured at Ft. Morgan, Alabama, are the lowest they have ever been. A huge fish kill is expected. And so it begins….

It has been difficult being away from the unfolding disaster yet I feel I am given small periods of grace where I can come back to my mountain home, take some deep breaths and then dive back into my work in my birthplace.

I dread going back yet it is there is where my heart lies and where my mind is almost constantly. To help myself cope I visualize the well capped and clean. I see the water being cleaned and healed. I hold a space for the wildlife and plants to heal…all this in my mind and heart. Who knows if it will help the situation. But it does help me. By holding a positive vision for the future I can grasp a thread of hope for recovery, if not in my lifetime, at some point. I want my grandchildren to see the Gulf as I have known it prior to this sad event.