When I think about the one year anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, it's easier for me to write blog entries about the kittens. I dread the anniversary date. I don't think I'm healed "enough" so I wonder if something is wrong with me.
This is how I feel:
"Grief, pain, misery, torture, trauma, anybody's became as real for her as her own. Her suffering was boundless and so was everyone else's , and it merged and melded like a torrent without clear origin but with immeasurable power. To hear about suffering no longer meant merely bearing witness to it, but literally bearing it, and she found herself physically incapable of bearing too much of it on any one day."
---The Passion of Reverend Nash, Rachel Basch. 2003. Norton
I'm tired of being like this. I wish I had the inner strength I felt before the Storm. Assuming I get the "inner strength feeling thing" back, it will be different, I know.
I want a familiar interior life again.
The word on the street is NBC's renting of 81 hotel rooms at the IP for the Anniversary.
We will be covered in national and international media on and around August 29.
St. Casserole
12 comments:
My thoughts and prayers for you and others affected by the hurricanes continue, St. C.
I'm so sorry.
I love this: "I want a familiar interior life again." Of all the losses and changes you have to grieve, this seems the most poignant. I wonder how many others feel this loss and don't know how to say it. Holding you and all in prayer.
We still don't have the right words, but send tides of love and prayers. xxx
I do not know what to say that would make any of this any better or easier for you. I am so sorry. Just know that we all love and adore you and we are here for ANYTHING that you might need.
Being descended on by the international and national media is not a pleasant prospect.
My prayers are with you all as the anniversary approaches.
Isaiah 61: 3 says it better than I can. Oh Lord, "bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair." My prayers are with you.
Ditto what you said.
Rookie, we are using that Isaiah passage in our anniversary service at our beach site, amongst the debris and overgrown bushes and weeds. It's hard now to tell at all where the church was.
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st. c.,
I hear you. I also want healing. It will come but it will never be the same as before. The familiar, inside ourselves and outside our streets will not be the same.
Our community still has it's inherent strenght and the people here are the blessing. Comfort my people, comfort.
Praying for you, dear one. (((((St. C.)))))
I pray for you that you get your inner strength back and interior self. It has got to be hard.
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