I make Anasazi stew and bring in firewood in case the storm does come and knocks the power out. Candles wait for flame. Usually, this preparation means the storm veers away but I am hopeful this one and the next will pour through. Sometimes I wonder if storms read the newspaper the way they tease with the reports.
Hari Bhajan writes a beautiful newsletter, and this month is especially poignant and touching. I suggest you check it out.
Here is her website and you can read her musings and subscribe to the newsletter there.
She quotes Seamus Heaney.
Poetry has the power to persuade that vulnerable part of our consciousness of its rightness in spite of the evidence of wrongness all around it.