The heat flashed. Moisture prickled my forehead and under my arms. Flames rose up my neck and consumed my face. The red haze fogged my mind. Heart racing, painful throbbing seized my chest. Lights stabbed behind my eyes. It was becoming harder to breathe. I was drowning. Sirens screamed in my ears and stupid tears leaked out of my eyes. I was sinking into the haze; it hurt in my chest and in my head. I could not escape.
2019 was not the best year for a number of those in my circle. They ran a gauntlet of calamities ranging from relationship devastation, work dilemmas, health disasters and the loss of loved ones. Most are looking for a brighter and better 2020. Yet some are still caught in the throes of what seems to be, “The Perfect Storm”. As I paddle my own boat amongst them, it struck me that there are two kinds of calamities; Bushfires and Icebergs.