Today has been jam packed ( is that about a traffic jam ?) with full spectrum head on emotion. Let's start with the heavier side. Our insurance won't cover any damage....wind not water is their dealeo. So of course they won't cover any temporary housing. Then we received an e-mail from FEMA saying that we have no housing allowance because we have insurance overage. We can appeal through snail mail, with our insurance denial which will take up to 90 days. I have been in tremendous despair, I am feeling we have experienced defeat from every financial source available. Don't get me wrong I am so grateful for all of the generous gifts, go fund me, crescent city corvette club, and it's members, personal gifts of all kinds. Sadly, this kind of disaster is inordinately costly .....Faith not fear.....love not isolation.
Now, the amazing part. We have been offered extra rooms in several homes. I have been surrounded with so much love, sincere care, ideas and hugs. We live in a world of wonderful, often selfless, magnificent human beings. Please hear me, we all need to live from the absolute truth that I have been chosen to share. No matter what trauma I am experiencing, my house will be beautiful again and love, generosity, and human kindness will prevail.
I do have a bit of an uncomfortable truth when I consider staying with friends.Trauma people can be very weird. No judgement, just a distinct possibility. Every day is different, food and meal times are erratic, talking too much or not at all, the new normal. I personally like to stare into another time zone for who knows how long. I believe that grief is real and tears are for healing. The hardest part of all, I become highly sensitive. I feel like a little girl, I am afraid that I will do something not quite right, break something, be inadvertently weird, have to apologize for Pablo's behavior, etc. feel stupid uncomfortable. You must remember your own roommate disasters. It can happen again. Just have to put that out there. Feeling better already.
Before I end this entry, I have to tell you what this pic. is about. After Katrina, I was invited by a mentor, to visit her in Vermont. Lots of artists like Vermont. Ben and Jerry make their ice cream there! Best of all at the end of the day anyone who wants a cone gets one free. The only catch is that the flavors are the ones that didn't make the cut. Still fun. That was off track. I went into an artists gallery. There was a woman from an Eastern European country. She had to evacuate for political reasons. Understandingly, horrific for her. She made tapestries of beautiful places. The prices were $220 and up, a value that made sense to me. Beautiful art is priceless. I told her due to my own evacuation I wasn't able to purchase a piece of her work, but that I wanted to buy something as soon as my new life began. She asked which one would be my favorite. I pointed it out. It was $450. I told her that I had complete faith that a day will come where I can afford it. We went to dinner that evening. She gave it to me. I was overwhelmed by her incredible generosity. She told me that all she wanted was for me to tell the people of Louisiana that Vermont had not forgotten them. My heart grew that day. Flood waters did touch it, but it will survive. Like us 💗
Long entry for a reason. A miracle just occurred. A wonderful cousin of Orlando's wants to loan us enough money to rent an apartment for one year, no interest, pay back when possible. You get to witness a miracle too. God is good ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
