Working toward stability

Oar, wrought iron

If you look at a map of North America. I live about halfway between the Canadian and Mexican border. There is a small bump on the edge of the continent in California just below Oregon. This is the place in the Pacific Ocean where three tectonic plates come together to form the Mendocino Triple Junction. The Junction has created huge underwater canyons. The depth of the water right off of the shore drops into the Delgada Canyon 600 feet. And then drops to more than 3000 ft deep about 14 miles offshore. I love going out on the ocean in a little boat. It is like stepping into a dream. Stepping onto this huge undulating creature who is oblivious to you. The little boat climbs up the side of a swell and is pitched sideways down the slick surface. The shiny elastic membrane of the sea rises and plunges. It is straining under the direction of a force that I cannot grasp. I have to trick my mind into believing that the beast will not decide at any moment to flick me and my little boat off. Or more likely, suck it in. I have to trick my vestibular system of balance into submission. As level no longer has meaning. All of this focusing and concentrating leaves no room for thoughts of a pandemic or of systemic racism. For a few hours the magnificence of this place is all there is. I hope you have a place that you can go to reset. We have a lot of work to do.