This morning, one of my new favorite bloggers, a Westerner who has visited and lived in Sri Lanka for many years and the author of the The Wanderlust Gene blog, wrote about having just experienced an earthquake that originated across the Indian Ocean in Indonesia.
I really connected with it.
Having years ago lived in Los Angeles for a time, as I read the post I immediately remembered the terrifying feeling of having the earth move beneath me, and not in that silly, cliché, romantic way.
Earthquakes are so profoundly unsettling. Anyone who has ever experienced motion sickness from being on a boat in open ocean knows how comforting it is to be back on land, and even if you can still feel the motion at first, you know that it’s just residual and that the solid, unmoving earth will eventually make you feel much, much better.
How unnerving, then, to have that dependable foundation move and shake, for the seemingly solid buildings and other structures built upon it to sway and possibly crumble.
How precarious it all becomes for us puny bipeds.