Friday, September 26, 2008

A Breach

We were having a delicious dinner Thursday night. Roger cooked. Rice pasta and lots of veggies, a little pesto and some parmesan. We were having a serious discussion about how awful this particular time in our nation's history is. We see that there is simply no good outcome here with the bailout. It's all quite rotten through and through. I was sharp-tongued as always. You know, eff this, eff that. The Democrats have let us down. The Republicans are grandstanding. Blah blah blah.

Something caught Roger's attention, as he looked out the window at the beautiful, calm Monterey Bay. He had a quizzical look. I asked, "What's up?" He said, "I don't know I just saw a wave in the middle of the bay. Weird." So I looked out past my fury to where he was pointing. At that moment a whale breached. Up out of the water, its body turning as it fell back into the sea.*

We started screaming, right there at the dinner table, yelling for it to come up again. It didn't. We watched it as it moved out to sea, following the bursts of spray it made from time to time.

Oh that breach was breathtaking. A jolting surprise. A reminder of something wild. It was a breach, but wholly unlike the breach we had just been discussing, that chasm between us and those who govern. This breach reminded us gladly that the vagaries of national politics always fall to dust. But this planet, this stunning planet will spin on long past the time of our silly, greedy human presence. We were truly glad to be reminded.

We hope you have a great weekend, friends.

*(What we saw looked a lot like this picture that I "borrowed" from the internet.)

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