Hurricane Irma missed us. Its path led it far to the west, barely brushing Columbia, South Carolina with tropical storm winds. I am thankful for that avoidance of a disaster, though I am very sorry for those souls that took the brunt of it—in the Virgin and Leeward Islands, Puerto Rico, Cuba, Florida, and Georgia. And may God help those in Texas who were wasted by Hurricane Harvey a scant two weeks before. I feel their pain, their outrage, at having suffered calamity from an Act of God. I suspect, however, that God had little to do with the work of those storms.
Hurricane Jose followed Irma, but it stayed out to sea until it was locked in place at a point south of New York City. It weakened to a tropical storm, making tight circles offshore while it dumped waves of rain on the US northeast. As of this writing, Jose has dissipated entirely. It looks like the void may be filled, however, with Hurricane Maria, which is headed over basically the same path. Maria is a major storm and has already completed the devastation Irma started in the Caribbean.
Though Maria’s path is determined to take out to sea at this point, I’ve spent the last week in apprehension over the possibility of its striking SC. For a while, the potential seemed strong. Even now, a right-turn into the state is not outside the capabilities of the geoengineers. It has happened before.
Also at this time, Hurricane Lee has reformed in the mid-Atlantic as a tropical storm. It is scheduled to build back to a hurricane and follow the looping path that is apparently all the rage among hurricanes these days. Apparently, it will be “parked,” to await its use for whatever the geoengineers have in mind.
If you have doubts about my insinuations regarding the control of hurricanes, you might check out this video.
My greatest desire in writing is for my words to inspire and entertain. I’ve wanted to use the literary art to express my view of things and experiences of life to the benefit of others. I have myself been thus inspired by written drama and memoir. At this time in my life, there is much I could say—much I have said—and, like Tennyson’s Ulysses, I find that “Tho' much is taken, much abides.”
What abides for me, I’ll share. A novel, book reviews. news, my strivings and seekings with fitness and with hurricanes. All in the face of perilous times, as I try “not to yield.”