![]() So how does a man who grew up on a farm in South Alabama know about Zen koans? Short answer, I was a weird child. I have no sword, and couldn’t wield one if I did, but I do have 16 years of struggling with this unanswerable question and realized that within the eyewall of this storm, I have learned some things about life, and yes, I believe I know what one hand clapping sounds like. It’s supposed to be an unanswerable question, just as the Gordian knot was supposed to be impossible to untie until Alexander the Great came along and impatiently cut it with a sword. It’s a koan, or question designed to measure a student’s progress in their study of Zen. So now you know how I came up with the catchy name for my blog, “The Sound of One Hand Clapping.”. The right (and formerly dominant) arm is near 100% paralyzed. My left arm is somewhere around 80% paralyzed. In one of the random shifts that frequently happen in such storms, my legs (and everything beneath my armpits) were restored fully. Instead I awoke in the recovery room unable to move from the neck down. The surgeon told my then wife (we are now divorced) that I could ride the Scream Machine in nearby Six Flags over Georgia in a few days. Severe neck pain caused by two ruptured discs in my cervical spine had brought me here. My storm hit me in an operating room in Birmingham, AL. In Psalms 42 he wrote: “My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, “Where is your God?” Good question that, “Where is your God?” Sort of gets to the heart of man’s struggle with life’s meaning and his relationship to the universe. David, slayer of Goliath and the apple of God’s eye understood such storms. You don’t have to live on the Gulf Coast to experience these. I’ve weathered my share of those, but the worst storms have nothing to do with wind and rain. Then there are the tough ones, hurricanes and tornadoes that rearrange things and leave a mess behind. Storms come in many shapes and sizes here from the rain showers that appear in full daylight to the ever present late afternoon thunderstorms in August. ![]() It’s a pretty typical thunderstorm here in Fairhope, maybe a bit noisier than most, but common on the Northern Gulf of Mexico in July. I’m sitting in the library right now and watching a thunderstorm.
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