This won’t be my usual MONSTER MEDITATION.
Sandy hit New York City very hard and my part of Manhattan is still without power. This means no heat, no hot water, no phone, no cable, spotty cell tower coverage, no lights, no wifi and no subway in the neighborhood.
I commute each day to a friend’s apartment on the Upper East Side where I shower and set my laptop up with her wifi. It’s hard to get any real work done. I’m not complaining. Things could be a great deal worse.
When I walk downtown in the evening, I see the dramatic switch between the HAVE POWER and NO POWER zones. I’m grateful for my friend’s generosity and seriously happy to know that I can climb the four flights by flashlight into my dark, little apartment and that I’m not one of the people stranded in high rises, alone in the darkness. Just six weeks ago when I sprained my ankle the climb would have been almost impossible…. so glad I’m better now.
The darkness last night as I turned my corner was truly deep and all enveloping. It was the kind of darkness from a pre-electric period. The lobby of my building was lit with candles and neighbors announced themselves with the glow of flashlights.
This deep darkness is, I’m sure, where real monsters are born. But right now there are other monsters rumbling in the people I meet. Almost everyone is pitching in, helping neighbors, offering strangers seats on the bus, and the like, but there’s a monstrous hum underneath the surface. We all know that breaking points exist.
How long can we stand this “interrupted” life?
On the news people in beachfront communities cry and scream about their losses; families in the East Village dumpster dive for food in the trash outside a closed supermarket; and everyone is arguing about the famous NY Marathon. Can we really hold it under such conditions?
Little, and big, monsters are rising inside many people and the post-apocolyptic darkness is a stew pot for anger. So far the light and easy, help each other attitude prevails, but….
Please excuse any typos, missed words and misspellings. I’m writing and typing as I go and won’t have time for rethinking, rephrasing, rewriting or even proof reading. The daylight monster wants me to accomplish as much as possible before the darkness descends.