Rain Rain Go Away
I feel for Indiana right now being completely flooded over in my college town. I'm glad I live in AZ where they call getting some rain Monsoon Season. It's supposed to start tomorrow, but I'm using all my joojoo magic to ward it off until I at least make it home from the airport with my boyfriend in tow.
While I was growing up, my family's basement used to flood every August. I can't count the number of toys and photos lost to floods. We also had a family friend that one year with heavy floods around the Christmas season lost their basement and all sorts of gifts their mother had already wrapped and hid. Very sad. It almost, very almost almost makes one wonder about the timing of these rains and floods and tornadoes. I know because I am a logical scientific individual that there are logical and scientific reasons behind rain and storms but with our world in what appears to be a slow steady decline in self-less ness and compassion for humanity it causes one to wonder if natural disaster has a way of bringing about good karma.
That seems like a stupid and rude thing to say when families are losing everything and boy scouts are being killed while our country still has soldiers fighting selflessly in the middle east but I do think that while our economy might be faultering, although by no means what the Great Depression was or when there were gas shortages or when the Dust Bowl had wiped out many peoples means for survival, but it is faltering, just maybe with so much tragedy and hard, tough times becoming more apparent for more and more people, there will be more and more selfless acts occurring. Maybe more goodwill can be shared, maybe in our country where many people take for granted the prosperity that we live in, a flood that tears a community apart literally can really bring those people together figuratively.
I know that when our basement flooded it was a time of mourning those simple things like our toys that seem so important as a child, but also when trying to save wet photos, you slow down a little, you look at them. My best memory as a child was sitting on the floor in my bedroom with my mom carefully laying out wet and dirty photos that were stuck together in hopes of saving those memories. Wedding pictures, baby pictures, trips...etc. She explained the ones I had never seen, we laughed about all our good times, and cried over family members that had left us. Some of the pictures didn't make it, but my mom definitely passed many stories on to me for safer keeping than her photos in a shoe box.
I don't write this to make our countries tragedies seem trivial. I write it to remind myself that there are people going through real hardship and it isn't because gas costs $4.20 a gallon. Water ruining houses, boy scouts dying at their yearly trip, tornados taking away people's lively hood. And I complain about the price of gas instead of being thankful my family is safe and in good health. Reflecting on selfishness and inconsideration.
While I was growing up, my family's basement used to flood every August. I can't count the number of toys and photos lost to floods. We also had a family friend that one year with heavy floods around the Christmas season lost their basement and all sorts of gifts their mother had already wrapped and hid. Very sad. It almost, very almost almost makes one wonder about the timing of these rains and floods and tornadoes. I know because I am a logical scientific individual that there are logical and scientific reasons behind rain and storms but with our world in what appears to be a slow steady decline in self-less ness and compassion for humanity it causes one to wonder if natural disaster has a way of bringing about good karma.
That seems like a stupid and rude thing to say when families are losing everything and boy scouts are being killed while our country still has soldiers fighting selflessly in the middle east but I do think that while our economy might be faultering, although by no means what the Great Depression was or when there were gas shortages or when the Dust Bowl had wiped out many peoples means for survival, but it is faltering, just maybe with so much tragedy and hard, tough times becoming more apparent for more and more people, there will be more and more selfless acts occurring. Maybe more goodwill can be shared, maybe in our country where many people take for granted the prosperity that we live in, a flood that tears a community apart literally can really bring those people together figuratively.
I know that when our basement flooded it was a time of mourning those simple things like our toys that seem so important as a child, but also when trying to save wet photos, you slow down a little, you look at them. My best memory as a child was sitting on the floor in my bedroom with my mom carefully laying out wet and dirty photos that were stuck together in hopes of saving those memories. Wedding pictures, baby pictures, trips...etc. She explained the ones I had never seen, we laughed about all our good times, and cried over family members that had left us. Some of the pictures didn't make it, but my mom definitely passed many stories on to me for safer keeping than her photos in a shoe box.
I don't write this to make our countries tragedies seem trivial. I write it to remind myself that there are people going through real hardship and it isn't because gas costs $4.20 a gallon. Water ruining houses, boy scouts dying at their yearly trip, tornados taking away people's lively hood. And I complain about the price of gas instead of being thankful my family is safe and in good health. Reflecting on selfishness and inconsideration.