dazed, not confused
Yesterday, Sunday, I felt as if the planet has tilted off its axis, that the end was nearer than near. This morning, Labor Day, I feel different. Yesterday, in the midst of a gathering of folks, there was a crazy man – seriously, really crazy – largely responsible for my sensation of the Earth tilting. This morning, when Ann drove me to Mission Beach; where we walked long; where we saw dolphins playing in the ocean, close by the shore, surfing in the waves; where we cut through an alley and came out to and upon a magnificent sunrise over the still water of Mission Bay, it was all different.
There was another crazy guy, this one walking on the beach. Who knows the width and breadth of “crazy”? Right? Anyway, while Ann and I were stopped on the walkway, watching the dolphins at play, this guy came along on the sand, carrying a large, open umbrella over his head, and apologized for walking in front of us. We said that’s cool, we were watching dolphins, pointed one out to him, and he said he’d seen dolphins on tv for 10 years, but never one in person. Then he said he had a grandson he’d like to bring down to this beach so he, too, could see real live dolphins. He thanked us and resumed his journey, cutting down to the water.
Yesterday I was sad for the crazy. Today I was crazy grateful for the wonder, and for the shared human-ness of it all. Satchel Paige, the great pitcher from the Negro Baseball League, is quoted as saying – “It’s not what you don’t know that hurts you. It’s what you know that just ain’t so.”
Yesterday’s troubled mind had fizzled away, lost in the awe and grace of today’s glorious morning. And connection with a sweet man. So, yeah, I do feel dazed. But not confused.