This is a beautifully written post that poignantly details your journey to acceptance. I'm struck by the intelligence and mindfulness with which you approach the loss of your posessions, and the bigger symbolism of the container of goods that has depleted over the years as you have learnt yourself to detach. I was moved by you and your partner standing inside the ruins and exchanging glances and knowing it 'is what it is' and you did not personally need to devastate yourselves further by reacting too much to what was lost.
Saying that, what a bloody tough time of it you've had... 2 gallons of water is not enough and I'm glad you had coconuts as well. Nature has her way of reminding us of the impermanence of everything, doesn't she?
Hello @riverflows, I am touched by your message when I read it this morning, thank you so much. It made me reflect even further on the symbolism of the container.
It reminded me of the time of the first incident when I was feeling low and heard the song "The Unmaking" by Nichole Nordeman. How the words struck me the first time I heard it and just kept crying. Not knowing that was the direction the next several years were headed.
Oh yes, she can be as powerful or as gentle as she needs to be. It was a high tide that night so the coastal properties were all washed away. We used to live not far from the sea but we decided to move at the beginning of 2021 inland and closer to the main road. It was a spur-of-the-moment move and we're glad we did it.