A FALL OF DIAMONDS
October 31, 2014
Bottle green she runs relentlessly at the shelf of cobblestones and the slabs of boulders. She falls back white and frothy, scrabbling at the pebbled beach, the stones rolling and bouncing. Along the slabs and towers of boulders she takes a run and heaves herself high into the air–ten, fifteen, sometimes more than twenty feet. She falls back, a shower of sun-drenched diamonds filling up the grooves and gullies. Exhilarated she bounces off the waves retreating from the shoreline and others coming in for their run. Like swaggering boys chest bumping, like two antler tangled stags, the waves collide and throw more diamonds into the sky. And the cobblestones roar and the waters crash and the diamonds fall.
Waves inside me roll and crash, battering the boundaries beyond which I cannot go–I cannot touch–I cannot control. Fear collides with compassion and all is reeling and roaring and colliding on the surface of my consciousness–throwing diamonds in the sky. But deeper down, under the posturing and the macho chest bumping, the tumbling and twisting, I detect a stillness. Below the chaos there is peace.
Perhaps in this now I can be happy. In this now, and in the next now, stringing them together like buttons and beads on a thread, I might find many things for which I am grateful and awestruck, I might dare to believe that all will be well. Once the chaos on the surface settles down what remains behind might be different than it was before–rearranged. But maybe the changes will not be about loss, or destruction. They could just as well be another way to see. Something new to experience.
The Sea just rolled in a 20 foot jumper, showering me with diamonds even here below the tree where I thought it safe and dry. “Come and play!” she roars.