I heard musician Jon Batiste say recently "The moment calls for what it calls for. And you can't really dictate what the moment calls for based on your preparation." I'm pretty sure he wasn't directly talking about navigating a weather disaster, but his statement could not be truer of the moments we've been living. No one was truly prepared for Helene, and yet somehow, we are rising up to what the moment calls for.   It's not quite time to move on yet. As I was considering this week's blog, I first thought I had said everything I was going to say about the aftermath of Helene. Then I looked around and realized that the waves keep coming.   In my last piece, I said: "If this monster flood was a wave, we did our best to ride it every day, not because it was fun, but because it was necessary."   I'm going to rephrase that: "We ARE doing our best to ride it every day, not because it is fun, but because it is necessary."   In other words, life is present tense and that's the only place I'm living at the moment. Doing so has enormous benefits, and it can feel unsettling at the same time.   Too many times to be mere coincidence, I've been at the exact right place at the exact right time. On Day 2 after the storm, Jen and I got in the old pickup to make our way through the downed ...