Yum. Happy tummy.

So, here’s the thing, when Kyt commented about me possibly hiding from the Hurricane Katrina disaster on my blog, I was initially offended and mad for a bit. Then I thought about it more and more and realized that dang, s/he was right. I just didn’t feel, I dunno…”qualified” to say anything meaningful on here about it that hadn’t already been said elsewhere. What difference would it make it if I had? Kyt’s comment really got me thinking…

But then I just stopped thinking. I got out my checkbook and wrote out a donation to the Red Cross (Honey’s company will match donations!). Then I thought about all the devistation down there and how sad it made me feel. Thousands of people are separated from their homes…and they’ve lost everything. Probably don’t even have a home to go home to anymore.

I saw a news story last week about a pregnant woman with a 5 year old son. They were trapped on the roof of their house or something as the floodwaters started to rise. Her son had asthma and started having an attack. She swam away from him to get some help. While she was swimming, she went into labor. She was rescued and taken to a hospital where she gave birth to a healthy baby. But she had no idea what happened to her son.

That’s what scared the crap outta me. How can this happen? It’s just unfathomable to me. That it will take months to try and make that area livable again? New Orleans will never be the same? A woman I work with is still trying to get ahold of an aunt who lives down there? These things just don’t compute in my brain. Sort of like 9/11. Only different. There’s no one to blame. No one to point fingers at and have animosity towards. It’s just nature, the Earth, Gaia, Mother Nature, Mother Goddess. Katrina.

Damn. I feel so powerless.