Sanctuary

I’ve been forcing myself to feel what it’s like to be in a disaster situation such as Haiti is experiencing. I want to try to understand how I—and my fellow Portlanders—might react to and be prepared for “the big one” and the damage it would likely cause. It’s an unsettling feeling, to say the least. Then I look out into my garden and breath a sigh of great relief that I do not have to cope with what must be unbearable grief. I am blessed with many things I frequently take for granted: clean water, reliable electricity, the leisure to play with my dog and watch the birds at the feeders, a safe home, and a garden to escape to whenever my spirit needs replenishing.