Typically, my room-mate has nearly, if not all, of the electronic equipment he owns in the on position. A constant buzz of electricity, the modem and router working full time into the extender which reaches my end of the house.
This morning I woke to a darkened room. It was silent, as the whole neighborhood was without power. I stepped out of bed and walked the hall to the living room where my roomy had lit a candle, and another in the kitchen. The dim glow was soothing to my eyes and mind.
I pulled the propane and the camp cook stove from the shelf and was trying to remember where I had stashed the coffee pot to get the morning brew going, when the power came back on.
That’s when it really hit me, the constant buzz of electricity.
Now, even more than before, I would really like to rent a cabin deep in the woods for a night and just listen to the forest speak, the waters flow, and the critters who live there go on about life. Perhaps this weekend …
As I think of this, I wonder about the many people in Puerto Rico who have been without power for so long. I hope they are fairing well with this new way of living. I send them this thread of compassion and I hope that it finds someones heart.