05/31/2026
What a weekend.
Yesterday brought wild weather and powerful winds. A meteor exploded over Massachusetts.
Today, a bad storm rolled through the vendor fair and left a trail of broken tents, soaked inventory, and a lot of vendors helping one another salvage what they could. Mine included.
As the wind began to die down, I ripped the tent cover off and threw it over the inventory to protect it from the sideways rain.
And as I look at this photo tonight, something stands out.
The tent is twisted.
The frame is broken.
Some of the inventory was saved because of quick thinking and a lot of helping hands. Some of it wasn’t.
But the banner is still flying. And maybe that’s the lesson I’m taking into this Blue Moon.
Not that storms won’t come. They will.
Not that things won’t break. Sometimes they do.
But when everything gets shaken up, what matters most has a way of revealing itself.
Today I watched friends and strangers help each other without hesitation. Later, after I made it home, people checked in. And waiting on the other side of it all was my family.
When I zoom out and look at the bigger picture, the storm isn’t really the story. The story is what remained.
The people.
The purpose.
The things worth protecting.
