petites bêtises

These times have been topsy turvy. Sand in houses, water in our urban veins, children climbing horizontal trees. We wait in lines that stretch along highways and light dinners in hushed darkness. It's cold out and the wind carries held in sighs from the ballots.

And then looking down at my phone an image from a dear friend appears in my inbox. Ombre blues, fingered leaves reaching in, framed by a touch of roof at the bottom. She states, curiously, "an upside down rainbow, after Sandy".

According to the Mayan calendar, Dec. 21, 2012 marks a time of transition from one world age to another. A lifting of the veil, a revelation. The end of an era so to speak, where we are now faced collectively, with a choice to see the world in a new way. A world with global warming, super storms, and rising seas. Our children will not be following in our footsteps. Their journey will be another. And if this new life, how ever uncertain and frightening, be exactly where our humanity needs to be? That it could just very well be magical, like upside down rainbows?


photo by Judy Wong