Monday, August 29, 2011
There wasn't a lot of damage as a result of Irene in my neighborhood. The sidewalks were scattered with twigs and leaves, a great thing after our dry summer. But one of my favorite trees lost a huge branch, see where it's separated from the trunk? I fear it's the end for this beautiful being.
It was quite a week last week for those of us who had close encounters not only with the earthquake but also with the hurricane. I've seen "hurriquake" a few times on Facebook. Indeed.
Several clients told me when the earthquake started, they thought we were being bombed. After 9/11, that story - that we're being attacked or about to be attacked - looms large in the psyches of the people who lived in the cities that were hit. I knew it was an earthquake because of all my years in San Francisco, hence the we're being bombed explanation never entered my mind. I am grateful for this.
There's a way in which the hurriquake revealed the deepest level of survival fears each of us individuals holds. It definitely revealed mine, though I experienced those fears prior to last week. These things are not always linear.
Needless to say, in the wake of these events, I have lots to think about. As the dust settles, I'll be taking in the energy and behavior of my fellow citizens of DC as all of us integrate what has gone down. I'll be watching myself, too, of course.
A big shake followed by a systemic flush? Well. Wow.
Mama Gaia I am in awe of you!