Oh, no!

It didn’t take but the first to wake me up, I figured. I’d watched the news before calling it a Monday, so I’d been told thunder storms would be hitting the Syracuse area.

That, coupled with the awful news of tornado devastation and death in Oklahoma, didn’t leave me in much of a mood for a restful night.

The restless side of nature, you see, scares me more and more lately.

Perhaps it’s because of our never-ending news cycle feeding video of the horrible effects. Labor Day Storm. Katrina. Sandy. Tsunami in Japan. Earthquakes in India. Midwest funnel clouds.

Perhaps it’s because of the attendant discourse that our fuel-burning ways has changed the climate forever. The Earth is turning on us and it’s our fault, says one side of the argument. And the other side, the one that says these cycles of nature’s nasty side have always been here, well that isn’t exactly comforting, either.

Perhaps it’s the years piling up on me, the accumulation of too much memory of those one-bad-day’s needling me from the huge haystack of a happy life.

In the aftermath, I’m left with the hope that a world of prayers, compassion and hands-on rebuilding can bring some sort of comfort to all.