In stormy times, one can expect storms to continue.
In the eye of the hurricane, we ready ourselves for what is next.
The pauses short, the respites, few. Our hands are braced, our muscles flexed.
We ready our hearts for whatever's new.
A storm is coming. Some sort of storm is welling up, building in intensity, readying itself to test our readiness ... but that is OK.
We are where we are. We are readier than we think. We are not alone. We go nowhere where none have gone before. We are ready for the storm.
Be of good courage.