Earthquake & Eclipse
I was at BIRD to do some nursery work. No, clean the office, or rather, perhaps roam the fields with my camera in hand… I get this way before a storm - shifty and unfocused. A restless anxiety stirs under my skin up until the crack of lightning, whip of wind, or force of deluge breaks the spell. I could see it over there, dark silver clouds looming low in the west, just off in the distance, my ship coming in.
But when the thunder finally arrived it was all wrong. I heard it inexplicably approaching from the north, and waited for the sound to crest over the cliffside - but it never did. Instead, it hung low to the ground - or more precisely it felt, in the ground. Something was amiss. Someone had tipped over the world, and the thunder was now trapped below the earth. One low and lonely grumbling moan like the first note of a didgeridoo. No flash of a bulb, no water in the faucet. I took a photo of a crabapple branch, and put down my camera, unsatisfied. I think I’ll go water the plants now, or fill up some seed trays…
A 4.8 magnitude earthquake erupted from central Jersey on a Friday, and on Monday the sun was blotted from the sky. It’s hard to be certain about anything anymore.
In advance of the big event we discussed driving north to catch a glimpse of the total eclipse. Johann rescheduled a client visit, I ordered special glasses, and we left the day open. But when the day finally arrived it was overcast throughout the northeast, we were tired from the weekend, there was farm work to do, it would be a long drive for Ro… the magnificence of the path of totality could wait another 20 years, we hoped.
That the earth will reliably bring about the new day by circling the sun is a certainty we must hold onto and maintain as mundane, out of necessity. That the world will one day meet its fiery doom by way of that same expanding sun (if not by other means earlier), is a certainty too enormous to live in - too untethered to chase. When the morning finally arrives we must hold fast to terra firma, pay our taxes by the light of day, and eventually seek peaceful slumber by the glow of the moon.
A friend, a self described eclipse chaser, imparts a glimpse of the splendor to us, “it’s not like being on earth, it’s like suddenly being in space.” I’m further convinced we’ve made the right decision. When it comes to pondering our existential position within the cosmos, this traveler requires no further stimulus… it’s already all I can think about.