I didn't take a picture of him either, again there was no need. I could not have captured this magic but only flattened it. One thing photography is is an instrument; some ordinary things will play toward true magic with it, revealing further elements and information. Other things will subtract from that depth instead. I even wonder if I should be writing about it now, but here we are. One of the things that observing Shabbat taught me is that as much as I love to take pictures of things, not everything wondrous needs its picture taken. Sometimes things such as this are expressly for being & experiencing.
I could have had this wordless conversation with Our Fish for hours, truly, but I was mindful of the 3 that were counting on me for their safety. I didn't have the luxury of lingering in mixed feelings at the moment, so I couldn't linger in my conversation either. I used the restroom, bought some liquid that would support me in my desire not to fall asleep & continued onward. Admittedly hazy calculations told me with moderate certainty that I was about 20 minutes from my desired destination. There were my mom and my sister, also a room with a door I would share with my baby monsters (meow), a comfy couch, a soft pillow. Lucky. Many people in similar straights had a good deal less to work with, or to look forward to.
Now I have this to say for the people of Florida; they were to a one courteous, polite, careful, considerate despite being in a persistently frustrating traffic situation, and everything else we all had on our minds. It was perhaps because of this that everyone was extra careful; everyone knew that everyone else might be at least as tired as they were themselves. Clear for all of us in a way that we were in the same boat, just trying to make it through the locks.
In addition to Our Fish, I met a few dogs along the way, one of them pictured here inside his owners van. He was traveling with his large Spanish speaking family, they had 2 cars, maybe more. I imagined that they came from South Miami, or even the Keys, but they could have been from anywhere. This little dog looked just how I felt, & how I think most of us felt. If you look at the photo, need I say more? I don’t know.
At the conclusion of this little kaleidoscope of my own experience, don't feel I can say much that others haven't said before. Tragedy, disaster pulls us together etcetera. Well it certainly can, but we are at any given time at a significant risk that it will NOT, depending. I will say this- we each need to train ourselves to plan the same kind of unity consciousness I saw exhibited amongst my fellow refugees as a daily normality. It takes practice, & everyone has a different opinion about how to go about this kind of spiritual training according to their own backgrounds & life experiences. I guess I just want to float this idea out for now, & may G*d help each one of us find & utilize the way that is best for our souls. Thank you & G*dspeed.
Written on the advent of Hurricane Irma, and completed October 2017