TsunaMe

Tsuna “Me”

They say that the saline content of the water fluid in an expectant mothers belly is identical to that of the ocean. That’s why our tears are salty …we all have a little bit of the sea in us.

But when the ocean inside or in this case – the ocean outside is in a fit of fury. What can one do but possible try and stay afloat…?

I live next to the sea.

Last Friday though, my usual wave and surf view was not as comforting.

 I knew the sun was setting and that his fleeting kisses would make the waters blush a fiery red. But I couldn’t tear myself away from the new channels showing the ugly aftermath of the devastating earthquake in Japan and the subsequent Tsunami.

As I saw the angry brown waves rush ashore and sweep away life and any semblance of it – my gaze wandered to the waves gently lapping the shores of my world outside my window. And I could not help but wonder … is this the same sea?  …the same waves that are crashing the lives of thousands, gently lapping at my minds shore…

It made me think about my life and my experiences with tsunami’s of a far more personal nature. It made me wonder if I had been too quick to blame the people responsible and for judging them to be bad based on the nature of the damage.

Maybe these people that once hurt me were also like the sea …calm and gentle with some and raging bulls with others – based on the nature of the personal earthquake and how much it had shaken their world.

Maybe there is no such thing as good people or bad people. Maybe – its just a bunch of good people who make terrible decisions that cause great havoc to others.  Maybe we are all on one side of that ocean or the other or the angry wave itself depending on the situation.

And maybe sometimes – we are just in the way of the storm...with no option to run or hide…just let the water soak us silly