Monday, January 21, 2013

Fault Lines

The USGS estimates that several million earthquakes occur in the world each year. Many go undetected because they hit remote areas or have very small magnitudes. The NEIC now locates about 50 earthquakes each day, or about 20,000 a year.  The origin of the quakes is the friction that exists along the fault lines connecting the plates that live just below the surface.  The plates make up the foundation and by design, it is in many pieces.  And the fault lines are where those pieces come together, sometimes violently, and sometimes just jockeying for the space they need.  The space they deserve.  Their edges connect, resulting in constant movement.  The surface always appearing fine, betraying the truth that lies just below.  Everything is always in motion.

Such is life, the reason why people come to us and equally why they go away.  

The shifts, even the imperceptible ones can completely alter the landscape. You wake up one day and you're no longer in the same place or if you felt the changes, you may not be where you thought you were and it's not up to you.  20,000 moves later, you're miles away.  You've moved and it wasn't one dramatic thing, it was 50 little things a day.  It was movements you didn't even see happening or ones you didn't want to believe were happening. But looking back you start to put the pieces together, and the distance that's been created starts to make sense.  It still hurts.  The realization that there isn't a way back.  That there probably never was.

So, you accept the truth, and the answers for the changes that you thought you needed to explain the distance become irrelevant.  Because the magnitude 10 answer won't come...  It was always about the 50 little things a day.  The "fault" not in the individual pieces, but the space that exists between them, the fault lines.  And when you find yourself miles from where you imagined yourself to be or in a place you never wanted there is no time to wonder or worry, you won't be here long either.  Keep moving.  It's just a ride.

(PS - If you don't normally, listen to the song on this one... it couldn't  be more perfect.  )