Another day without in-home internet access. My phone-as-hotspot workaround is working, but I'm much more careful. Yesterday morning, I listened to a conversation on video that's required for one of my seminary classes. In pre-hurricane days, I might have assumed I could do that in the evening, but I got it done early in the morning, when I can be sure that the hotspot will work. On Monday, it worked for my Zoom session that is required for a different seminary class, but it did freeze several times, and I had to sign off and log back on. Happily, my professors know my situation, and they let me back in.
But it could be worse. One of my colleagues at Spartanburg Methodist College still doesn't have running water. Another's spouse lost her very successful business at Biltmore Village and is reassessing what the future looks like.
It was four weeks ago that Hurricane Helene blew through our area, and I am still astonished at the amount of the damage that was done. After all, this was just a tropical storm, not really a hurricane when it came to us.
Yesterday I walked up to the chapel. I didn't have much time to walk, so I stayed up there, taking pictures as the light changed. I wanted to be there when the sun finally rose over the mountain.
I am sad about the loss of trees. I'd give up the beautiful mountain views that are left behind if we could magically have the trees back. But since that's not possible, let me appreciate what has been left behind.
I know that other trees will now have a chance to grow and take their place. Future generations will have a different view.
Hopefully this cross and meditation space will still be here for them.
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