The sea is a wildnerness of waves
A desert of water
We dip and dive,
rise and roll,
Hide and are hidden
On the sea.
The sea is a desert of waves,
A wilderness of water.
These last few weeks, I have had flashes of deja vu, like living in San Francisco and experiencing the first low rumblings of an earthquake. Seismic shifts: first with health woes; then my computer crashed. That disaster was followed by a rental computer that's tried my patience while manuevering through its quirky minefield of bugs. All this was capped by Typepad's service outage in the midst of writing a piece.
The ground beneath my feet has felt fragile and shaky. I've noticed that many of my friends and fellow bloggers have been undergoing similar shockwaves. While this undercurrent of tension and anxiety expressed is temporary, it seems to reflect the general state of the world. I fully expect that soon we will be standing on firmer ground.
Am off to London to buy a laptop and have surgery. Thank you all for your lovely supportive messages and good wishes. Alas, I will miss participating in the upcoming Sunday Scribblings, One Deep Breath and Poetry Thursday. All being well, back in Paris on the 21st with better health and a working computer! A bientot, mes amis! And Bonne Fete to my French friends celebrating Bastille Day!