Van Gogh’s Wind Beaten Tree
Last week the East Coast was hit hard by an earthquake and a hurricane. Both. In case anyone missed it on the news. In case anyone had his head buried in the sand. In case anyone happened to be sleeping through this apocalyptic reality show.
On Tuesday, while visiting a friend in the hospital, we witness a bizarre sight. Nancy’s bed suddenly starts shaking, floor trembles, IV stand rattles, med bags swing back and forth... just like a scene from the Exorcist. Getting kind of spooky in here, I’m thinking.
Then, no sooner have we caught our collective breath from the quake shock than we find water, milk, bread, and batteries disappearing from grocery shelves… Irene’s a ‘coming. For sure.
By Friday, black clouds await their moment of fury. Wait to unleash buckets of water upon the earth and drown its inhabitants. Scenes like this make me want to kindly preach…
“Be prepared for whatever comes our way.” I’ve seen The Road and The Book of Eli. I know the world isn’t always sunshine and lollipops. Go ahead. Plug your ears with your index fingers and yell, “Lalalalala!”
On Saturday when the power abruptly shuts down, when fan blades stop mid-cycle, when the house grows dark as midnight, my daughter is at a loss. “What am I supposed to do now?”
“We have books in the house you know.”
“But it’s too dark to read. You want me to go blind?”
Winds of wrath slam hard against glass. Trees grow wild, writhing, twisting, bending groundward. Where do birds hide in this chaos? Waters rise and roil like a boiling cauldron.
Time for a heart to heart. “I already know what you’re about to tell me,” she says. “I need an inner life. Because then I won’t get bored.”
“Exactly. How do you think they survived for hundreds of years? They had an inner life. They knew how to occupy themselves without modern-day movie pyrotechnics.
“Just go back to bed and dream. Because that might be all the entertainment you’ll get for awhile. You never know, a masterpiece could be lurking somewhere in your unconscious mind. Did you know that Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein was based on a dream she had?”
Ever had a dream that could become a classic…if you wrote it down?
What’s one vivid dream you remember?