Passing Over

The remnants of Hurricane Beryl passed over us today. We had very heavy rain, no wind to speak of, no hail. The rain was welcome, it filled the rain barrels, nourished the garden, and washed the air.

This evening I am contemplating life, how short it is, how each of us has a story, the story of our life. Some stories are told, most are not.

I am a lover of stories, I read them, I watch theatric representations of them, I listen to pieces of them when other people tell me about their lives.

I think my love of stories began early in my life, with my Mom, and my Granny. My Mom told us stories, recited poems, and sang to us to sleep, as we lay in our beds, as she sat at the top of the staircase. When I read poetry, I hear her voice, I hear the inflections she would have chosen. My Granny read to us at bedtime when we visited. I learned to read at my Granny’s house, tucked up and away in a hot and stuffy bedroom upstairs, on a summer’s day. I was alone, with a little book about two Eskimo boys, it was before I started school. The thrill of the written word, transforming into a story, has never left me.

Tonight I am experiencing awe, at all the stories that living humans have lived, each one precious and unique. The untold stories of so many lives that passed before me, the richness of them, the beauty of them.

My story will join countless others, we will be untold together, there may be safety in numbers.



Updated on Wed, Jul 10 at 9:08 PM
Mostly cloudy
Wind 20 NE km/h
Humidity 92 %
Visibility 19 km
Sunrise 5:33 AM
Wind gust 31 km/h
Pressure 100.6 kPa
Ceiling 400 m
Sunset 8:52 PM


“We are an impossibility in an impossible universe.”
Ray Bradbury
1920 – 2012

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Joan Lansberry

A lovely contemplative post! I like imagining that younger you.


We had goodly rain from Beryl, I have no idea how much because it caused an entire day’s worth of weather data to be lost. Then this morning we woke up to hours long thunderstorms and more rain, but it was all gone by 2PM.

I don’t think about my past very much, maybe because my mom died when I was 10-11. Pretty much my entire family has been gone for almost 30 years, except for one cousin who I keep in contact with on Facebook. She’s about 10 years younger than me and, as children, we only saw each other maybe once a year. So, it’s a tenuous connection, not much shared history.