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Dear readers, setting up camp at night in my family-living room has become the norm in our family.  The nighttime is the worst part of the day, probably because the worst earthquake until now hit during the night.  Feeling everything  move around you as if you were in a blender isn’t fun at all.  It’s  like waking up in the middle of a nightmare.

In the wake of a swarm of earthquakes that are altering our day to day, it’s become hard to get back where we were prior to January 6th, 2020.

One thing is crystal clear to me life after the blender is going to be difficult.

Seismic awareness is central for me.  Now I plan how I’m storing my personal belongings,  and thinking twice before I make purchases.  Now having enough put away for a rainy day has become a reality,  not money-wise but pantry-wise.

After the Blender

photo credit via morguefile

Having food stashed at home is as good as having hard earned cash.

Having water stored for a rainy day, as well.

But most importantly of it all is having a contingent plan in place and working.  Each plan needs to be tailored  for each family.  We all come in different sizes and blends, each one has to come up with their particular plan.

Understanding that we can only count on our own resources and community.

However, the most important thing for me after the blender, is becoming aware of how nature is our Mother Earth.   The creation, this marvelous world with all it’s wonders is God’s mirror.  As humans we need to co-exist with it, not trying to make paths along the ways where we are not supposed to,  but using our conscious being to respect it.

As a  human I’m obsessed with ownership like the rest of humanity.   The blender reminds  me that it’s okay to surround myself with the things that bring me joy and happiness, but also I need to remind myself that even if I would to loose the material,  I’ve  made a life long worth of deposits in my emotional bank  account that is full of memories from which I can withdraw  happiness and joy whenever I need them.

I strive now to be seismic ready not only physically, but also emotionally.  My  mental health is so much more important than anything that I may own.  The bridges I need to reinforce are those who can make my emotional life stronger.  I only hope I can find like Pema Chodron says, “courage to rest in the open space of uncertainty, instead of trying to put things back together when they fall apart”.

So my dear friends, be kind to yourself and to each other, and have me and the Island of Puerto Rico in your prayers.

Hasta pronto.