Asilomar State Beach, Pacific Grove, California


The wind was howling, and rain poured down when, poom, our power went out. I’d signed up for alerts from the power company. Twenty minutes after we lost power, they sent a text saying we’d lost power. So helpful. We all know the importance of electricity in our lives, but it doesn’t hit home until an outage hits your home. Of course, we had no refrigerator, tea kettle, or stove, but then there’s the, “Oh yeah, no furnace or internet, and I can’t charge my phone.”

We cooked lunch outside on the grill, had an ad hoc visit with neighbors, and felt pleased that we had plenty of firewood. The sun went down. A soft glow of warm candlelight filled the house as Donna prepared dinner, and rain dripped and splattered on the window sill. Later in the evening, we tossed a few more blankets on the bed and slept close to stay warm. I thought, “Wow, I wonder how long we’ll get to enjoy this wonderful storm.”

Well, by day three, making coffee on the BBQ grill had lost its camp-out charm, and “I’d really like to take a hot shower” circled in my head. Our modern world is challenging to deal with, and I’m sure, at some point, most of us have longed for the simple life of the good old days. But if it means burning wood to heat your home or make a cup of tea, no thanks. And hot water falling from a shower head in the morning feels pretty amazing. I think the real gift of this storm is gratitude, gratitude for the simple life we have now.”