Calm before the storm
I’m sitting here looking out the blue blue bayou and thinking of Japan. It’s nighttime there and people are dealing with stranded transportation systems, telephones and communication systems down. And dead loved ones. In one second your life is turned upside down.
How people endure tragedy – natural to human made is still a mystery to me – a testament to the human spirit. I still haven’t gotten my own Federal Flood/Katrina tattoo – nor my divorce tattoo(s) – nor my you name it. I’m partial to the abstract image, not necessarily a fleur de lys but something iconic. A friend created a candle, lit, as her tattoo – Tatjana has a wave around her arm (I joke it is the Tulane wave, but since it’s before the flood, it’s not about the flood and yet it has everything to do with her sea coast and the Flood) – since it’s words that crowd my head and weigh heavy on my tongue, I’m must say I’m partial to a tattoo I recently saw “I am not all right. But I’m upright.”
Yet, I’m still thinking my tattoo may be a red butterfly – my metamorphosis – but that suggests the transformation is in the past, not ongoing, which might require another tattoo down the road.
My thoughts are with you Japan, we know all about tragedy here, we know water here too … shallow to deep, blue to muddy, calm to turbulent – we know water here too.