When we first arrived, I could see the top couple of feet of those rocks. The waves would come from behind and split to go around them. Occasionally, one would come that was hearty enough to smash against the rocks producing a fine, white spray that I imagined as quite refreshing, given that the sun never seems to take a break out there.
In the time it took for my wife to bury my left foot in sand, receive a birthday call from home, and for us to agree that we had no idea what to do with the epic decision that had to be made the next day, the waves had closed half of the gap between us. And when I looked back out at those rocks, they were almost overcome by the shift in tide. I could just barely see the tops of the tallest rocks, and the largest waves covered them with ease.
Beneath the chaos, of course, those rocks were standing as strong and solid as ever, even as the earth rocked and rolled around them. But I couldn’t see that. To me, it looked like they were drowning in the storm. To me, it looked like they would run to higher ground, if they could, to avoid being overcome by the waves. To me, it looked like a battle for survival, and it happens every single day.
I’m in the middle of a high tide in my life, and I haven’t written because writing makes me a rock. It makes me feel anchored in place as the earth rocks and rolls around me. It makes me just sit here and feel whatever comes up, wave after wave after wave… and what I’d really rather do is scramble to higher ground until all of this passes.
But it won’t pass. It may recede if I can distract myself with whatever dysfunction I choose (probably cake), but it always comes back, usually with a vengeance.
So here I am, writing about it.
America is embroiled in a chicken scandal. No, it’s not about disease or animal cruelty or even calories. The chicken scandal is about gay marriage. The finer details have been reported far and wide, but to recap, Chick-fil-A recently reaffirmed that it is still against gay marriage. Marriage equality advocates reacted strongly to this not-remotely-new news, and people on the other side of the issue reacted strongly to the reaction. It got ugly, fast, all across the land of the free and the home of the brave. On August 1st, those who wished to support the chicken people’s right to free speech were to go there to eat, and a great many showed up. Also, a great many showed up to show their opposition to this celebration.