Eliza: On Earthquakes, Inner and Outer
I woke up this morning feeling a tightness in the “gut” or region of
the solar plexus, beneath the diaphragm. Yes, I’ve had some extra
tension at work as a result of taking on a supervisory position, but I
knew that this wasn’t a personal feeling. Something was going on in the
world. A short survey of some news sources was all it took; there had
been a large earthquake in the Los Angeles area.
Having lived in earthquake prone areas nearly all my life, I’m not
frightened by the prospect of experiencing one. I was born and lived
most of my childhood within miles of the San Andreas Fault. Yet when I
lived there, we had no earthquakes. Likewise, my family lived in
Anchorage, Alaska, in the late 1950’s. Again, we experienced a few very
mild earthquakes, nothing to be frightened about.
Of course, Anchorage suffered a huge earthquake in 1963, not long
after we left the area. The earthquake impacted coastlines well to the
south of the Alaska, including sending tsunami waters onto the shore at
Crescent City, California, thousands of miles away.