Adrienne's son, my stepson, 21 year-old, red-headed Sean is in Japan on a snowboarding trip, and apart from one message on Facebook on Friday we haven't heard from him. This makes the days different, as we scan the television reports for news on the nuclear power stations. Hang in there. More earthquakes are possible. The sad puzzle is we can feel more distress for a member of our own family than we can for the families who are caught in the thick of it. How frail is the home built and furnished, then polished smooth by the habit-filled days of ordinary family life. Then - debris.
Reminded that the earth itself is not stable, and therefore neither is anything built on it, I see again the fact that physical security is not achievable, nor are our houses anything more than tents, our bodies nothing more than images in a movie. Okay. That's the first thing to learn. Let's not get depressed. Keep the mind open for the next thing to learn!
We could have vanished without trace as we steered our little vessel across wide, deep, windscoured oceans, no liferaft, just faith. Same thing.
The sunshine pours across my desk, my empty blue shell teamug is reflected in the windowglass, the bush teems all peaceful beyond the window. My little sun-motor spins - no apparent source of energy. My toes are cold and I must take a pee. The moment is perfect.
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