There were two earthquakes yesterday, and by the time of the second one, in the evening, I was shaky myself. We were on the eighth floor of a building, and our conductor released us early and we carefully walked down all the flights of stairs. I thought I'd have trouble sleeping, but I woke up at seven, refreshed. Today I'm making my husband fill our water barrel in the garage. We have a pack, but it's probably fairly useless. I never know where to keep the earthquake supplies. What part of the house will collapse? Is the garage a bad idea? Both cars are in there, so that's a double whammy. Whatever and whenever comes, I will feel unprepared and disconcerted, I feel rock certain of that.
Today I'm going to lunch with a friend, then seeing my Buddhist teacher. These activities will be grounding for me. October is a haunting month. We had the big earthquake and the firestorm in October, and our memories are long. Having even these small earthquakes is a reminder, of instability, change and surprise. Somehow, I never get really comfortable with those three words.
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