The sound of generators 

It’s weird that we would never just sit on the front porch in the total darkness if it wasn’t for the lack of electricity?

Our world  is so full of hustle and bustle that silence is sacred. Sacred I say and that’s a big word. 

 When is it ever silent?

I’m not speaking for anyone else but me. I’m not very good with silence. Even when I’m home, the television is usually on. I’m not usually sitting watching TV but the noise……. fills the void. 

The void of what? 

My own thoughts? 

Maybe my lack of thoughts?

Last night I sat on the front porch steps as I let JR out to do his end of the evening duties. It’s completely dark out. The entire street is without electricity. There might be a stray light here or there and a passing car once in a while.

The only noise is the hum of the generators and the occasional mosquito humming next to my ear .

JR patiently waits as I type and express my thoughts this evening. My faithful and ever present companion. 

Sometimes way up in my presence. 

I’m so very ready to get “back to normal” whatever that means. A hot shower will be very welcome.  Air conditioning……:sweet air conditioning. 

However the last few days of un-normal won’t entirely be missed. A little slower pace, welcoming of new friends that I might never have had the privilege to meet, friends stopping by because they are a little stir crazy.  Those things will be missed. 

But why do they have to be missed? 

I woke early and it is now 5:04am.  The nights are long. We have one light that I pulled the extra long extension cord into the kitchen to read a book as to not wake the rest of the house. 


I don’t read? Unless it’s one of my favorite blogs or to scroll through insta-stories looking for my next project inspiration. 

I sound pathetic. 

I’m going to try and use Hurricane Irma as a life lesson.

Slow down

Enjoy the life we have been given

Maybe sit on the porch in the dark every once in a while and just listen.


As of 6:00pm we have electricity. 

Tonight I’m going to bed early and enjoying the non sound of the generator.

Thank you friends and family who have been so concerned for our great state. We will persevere. 

About Charmadawn

Jesus lover 💜 Wife of Steve for 36 years 💜 Mom to 2 grown kiddos 💜 BB to grandsons Jack, Luke and Patrick Joseph 💜5 years ago we purchased, Rescued and Restored a 118 year old farmhouse and we live together as a multigenerational household. Come follow our crazy. Isaiah 54:7
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