As the title suggests, RV living has reached an uncomfortable quiet zone. The time of rushing around and making decisions has finished and the waiting has begun. Waiting for the house to be move-in ready and then the back half of the storm–the storm cloud containing the belongings from my former life and the physical challenges of moving.
On a more literal level, we watched, waited and prayed while Hurricane Nicole targeted Bermuda and climbed to Category 4 before slamming into the island, at a reduced level 3. Not much difference between them we learned. I learned a great deal about the blessed geography of this island, with its high cliffs and natural reefs. We took comfort in the strong infrastructure of their buildings and their level of preparedness but nothing can take away the fear of knowing that a loved one (in this case our son) is beneath that swirling mass of unrelenting wind. So thankful to finally hear he was ok, I responded with this gouache piece in my journal…therapy for me and a record of waiting and watching.