The moments in between rapture
I was thinking today how easy it is for us down here in New Orleans to let the moment carry us away and to forget about what just happened and what could happen next. I think I was always a little busy preparing and planning for my future that I didn’t live in my present, and now having witnessed some present unlike any other I’m not sure it is worth planning for a future that I have no control over.
That whole feeling of uncertainty seems to go against the grain of who we are – we are creatures of habit, wanting things like a marriage to the same mate, a child who will progress in the normal stages, a house that is sound, and friends who are reliable. Instead, I’ve been married three times, lost friends when I needed them most, and watched water approach the house that I have made my bedrock.
What about those who lost everything? What about those who had nothing, lost nothing, and now don’t know what to be sad about?
I’m fairly certain that what makes us all cling to this place is we share a tendency towards the romantic, towards the ephemeral, and so tonight with the crescent moon hanging sideways low in the night sky, I know it will be another night of topsy turvy thoughts if I don’t find peace before I sleep.