I have been intentionally silent over the past few days. I have been quiet because I feel like I have nothing good to say. This week’s power outage left me bubbling with outrage and doubt for my future in the state I once dreamed of owning a little country house. I felt it best not to open my mouth. However, that is not my strong suit. I have never been the sit and be quiet sort of girl. In fact, my mouth is prone to flying open at a surprising rate of speed when I feel like something is unjust.
While I am bursting to tell you the story of living in West Virginia without power for 18 days over the past three years, what it’s like to be a citified farm girl in a mining town, and I want to tell you what it’s like living in the shadow of an old mountaintop removal mine while watching yet another piece of my landscape being prepared for destruction, I’m going to save that for another time. Right now, the Northeastern U.S. needs our attention and our support.
For now, I’m just going to stick one of these made by candlelight, white chocolate, craisin, pretzel, oatmeal no bake outage cookies in my mouth and send love to those of you up north. Hoping that you are all safe.