Your amazing capacity for love, strength and courage are an inspiration to us all! Thank you for your essays which give us an insight into the devastation caused by this terrible storm. In the north, we saw some photos and read the reports, but without the personal stories of living through this tragedy. Baby Fawn is so lucky to have you by her side and willing to be her guiding light. Sending you and your family good karma and shining light , as you recover from this trauma. So thankful for your good neighbors, hard working utility workers, for you home being intact and your animals being safe. Caring hugs!🥰🥰🙏🙏
Something is brewing. You, Raven, Little Fawn have a powerful something ahead. There is something about this little life forged in the hurricanes that portends some great connection to the wild, wild world. I have used the word "something" three times in a row because it's elusive, charged with energy, and impossible to name. Thank you for these essays.
I feel privileged to read your first hand account of this horror. I'm going to share it with my students. Those of us up north, far away from the devastation, need to hear your stories, to be sobered and heartened by them.
I feel your grief and emotions and strength from many miles up the road. My hurricane experience was far different — we were supposed to get parts of what ended up going over my families' homes near Augusta, instead. It is a different world to go somewhere and see so much more sky where trees once towered. My brother likened it to a war zone that first morning, when trees prevented him from driving the two or three miles to check on our parents. It is strange to feel grateful that a tree fell not on my aunt and uncle's bedroom, or my cousins', but through the sunroom downstairs. I feel grateful so many made it out safely, and mourn for those who lost so much more.
The line, "But you know how quickly a path can change" struck me. I will be meditating on that for many days to come.
And I hope Little Fawn does not experience another hurricane for a long, long while.
Thank you for writing in detail of the storm. It sounded bad, and the story helps with images to know how powerful. It is so good to hear from you. I'm so sorry for the endurance and hardship, loss of trees , lives, wildlife, that everyone along Helene's path has suffered. Your photo with baby fawn, does look like a national geographic photo. Events like this have made us all feel a little, or a lot, more vulnerable. I am hearing that my property that I no longer own in Western NC. was one of the hardest hit there, mostly destroyed, as Marshall...as it is a valley situated at the foot of the mtn from Chimney Rock, Lake Lure. It one of the places, I always thought was the safest place to be. Those mtns. Im so glad you all have power, that your house was unharmed, and animals were safe.
Thank you for enduring the storm and being able to bear witness to the community’s loss. It is astounding to hear of the devastation and the hope in moving forward. I only hope that people use this challenge to support change and care for Earth and each other.
Thank you for this. Gripping. I'm several hours north of you in the western North Carolina escarpment near the South Carolina line. We experienced much the same with uprooted and snapped trees, downed powerlines and poles. The big oak I called the Mother Tree was uprooted but she just missed my house. I share your grief.
Hearing from you makes my heart sing. Reading this tells me you are/will be ok and that I need to both rejoice and grieve with you. I continue to hold you all in light every day.
Your writing makes me feel like I'm right there with you. So sorry for all the devastation in your area - a place I hadn't really thought about with all the attention on the mountains. So thanks for bringing that to our attention. The portrait of you an Fawn is so, so beautiful. It should be published for more to see - like David Gallipoli commented about old Life magazines.
Your amazing capacity for love, strength and courage are an inspiration to us all! Thank you for your essays which give us an insight into the devastation caused by this terrible storm. In the north, we saw some photos and read the reports, but without the personal stories of living through this tragedy. Baby Fawn is so lucky to have you by her side and willing to be her guiding light. Sending you and your family good karma and shining light , as you recover from this trauma. So thankful for your good neighbors, hard working utility workers, for you home being intact and your animals being safe. Caring hugs!🥰🥰🙏🙏
Thank you for this series of essays. They are more powerful together, or each on their own, than one continuous essay.
Storms will always come and go, but what will last is the time you and Little Fawn held on to each other.
And also your friend who will take the downed pine logs and magically turn them into a home.
After the crisis, the gift.
Something is brewing. You, Raven, Little Fawn have a powerful something ahead. There is something about this little life forged in the hurricanes that portends some great connection to the wild, wild world. I have used the word "something" three times in a row because it's elusive, charged with energy, and impossible to name. Thank you for these essays.
Thank you, Janisse, for this account. I'm so glad you're OK and your farmhouse and nearby oak are OK.
And grateful that you, like many, have a neighborhood of resourceful and capable folks.
Glad you're ok.
Beautifully portrayed and lived. Thank you for writing this.
What an experience!! Thank you for sharing
Janisse and so glad to hear ya’ll are still with us 🤗❤️🙏
Thanks. Wonderful writing. So glad you and your family are OK now and managing.
I feel privileged to read your first hand account of this horror. I'm going to share it with my students. Those of us up north, far away from the devastation, need to hear your stories, to be sobered and heartened by them.
I feel your grief and emotions and strength from many miles up the road. My hurricane experience was far different — we were supposed to get parts of what ended up going over my families' homes near Augusta, instead. It is a different world to go somewhere and see so much more sky where trees once towered. My brother likened it to a war zone that first morning, when trees prevented him from driving the two or three miles to check on our parents. It is strange to feel grateful that a tree fell not on my aunt and uncle's bedroom, or my cousins', but through the sunroom downstairs. I feel grateful so many made it out safely, and mourn for those who lost so much more.
The line, "But you know how quickly a path can change" struck me. I will be meditating on that for many days to come.
And I hope Little Fawn does not experience another hurricane for a long, long while.
Thank you for writing in detail of the storm. It sounded bad, and the story helps with images to know how powerful. It is so good to hear from you. I'm so sorry for the endurance and hardship, loss of trees , lives, wildlife, that everyone along Helene's path has suffered. Your photo with baby fawn, does look like a national geographic photo. Events like this have made us all feel a little, or a lot, more vulnerable. I am hearing that my property that I no longer own in Western NC. was one of the hardest hit there, mostly destroyed, as Marshall...as it is a valley situated at the foot of the mtn from Chimney Rock, Lake Lure. It one of the places, I always thought was the safest place to be. Those mtns. Im so glad you all have power, that your house was unharmed, and animals were safe.
Thank you for enduring the storm and being able to bear witness to the community’s loss. It is astounding to hear of the devastation and the hope in moving forward. I only hope that people use this challenge to support change and care for Earth and each other.
Thank you for this. Gripping. I'm several hours north of you in the western North Carolina escarpment near the South Carolina line. We experienced much the same with uprooted and snapped trees, downed powerlines and poles. The big oak I called the Mother Tree was uprooted but she just missed my house. I share your grief.
I'm sorry about the loss of your Mother Tree. Truly sorry.
Thank you, Janisse. I hope things are stabilizing for you.
Hearing from you makes my heart sing. Reading this tells me you are/will be ok and that I need to both rejoice and grieve with you. I continue to hold you all in light every day.
Your writing makes me feel like I'm right there with you. So sorry for all the devastation in your area - a place I hadn't really thought about with all the attention on the mountains. So thanks for bringing that to our attention. The portrait of you an Fawn is so, so beautiful. It should be published for more to see - like David Gallipoli commented about old Life magazines.