It’s dark, in all of my favorite places in the world the, the sun has retreated for the day and has left behind it a raging sea, winds which relentlessly pound the still fragile shelters of our once and again beautiful islands.
As many of us around the world stare with weary eyes at newscasts, radars, and newsfeeds, waiting restlessly for the dawn to break, we share in a common fear, the place we call home, the place we let creep into our souls in such a way as to change the very fabric of our lives…will be irrevocably changed or worse still, forever lost. I am reminded in this moment that the love I have for this tiny piece of rock, breaking out of the vast open sea, was born not in the captivating vistas, not in the endless sunsets, not in the warm tranquil waters which gently lap the shores of our quiet beaches. No it wasn’t these things that pulled at my soul and whispered, call this home!
Over the last weeks I have witnessed the most devastating act of destruction I will likely experience…but from that rose something more powerful than the winds that blow, more powerful than the seas which rise…I was captivated by the emergence of the human spirit, that spirit of community and brotherhood, that spirit of love which first and for the rest of my days draws me to that little piece of rock like the waters around it are drawn to the moon as she rises full and bright over the harbor.
No, it was never the beauty around me, it was always the beauty within those who have, much like myself, found themselves curiously called to this distant home. You can strip our trees, you can take our roofs, litter our roads, you can beat our bodies and tear at our walls, but you can’t break our spirit. The trees, barren, will in days to come find new life. So will the island, because like the trees which shelter us from the driving rain, the people who call this place our home, have deep roots which nourish and support during even the most difficult of times.
We are islanders, we are one, we radiate love, we embrace change and hardship, because somehow we just know, that as long as we have each other, we will be ok!
We may be beaten, but we aren’t broken!
Together we are #VIStrong