Mickey and I walked out into a crisp, clear, clean morning. The sky had great puffs of white clouds breaking up the brilliant blue. Traffic is almost at normal levels on Broadway and the buses are, thankfully, running. One of my neighbors was hurrying off to work, relieved to be out of the house and doing something other than waiting.
After giving Mickey his breakfast, I took a quick stroll down to the Hudson’s banks, curious if the geese were still there. They were there! I feel as if they’ve become my best buds in the past few days and it was nice to watch them placidly swimming and hanging out in the ball fields, enjoying the sun and oblivious to the human dramas unfolding just downstream, just down the coast, well, in many places around us.
Watching them swim became a meditation for me. Just as the geese swam first down river, then up river, and back down, so thoughts seemed to drift through my mind in rhythm with the birds.
While life is pretty much back to normal in our neighborhood, I’ve yet to hear from friends in the West Village. The power is out there and maintaining phone communication is difficult. We just heard from my dear friend just across the river: their power is still out, too. Getting so many millions of lives back on track is truly a Herculean task. It will take the effort and determination of all of us to be successful in this endeavor. There is a role for government as well as private enterprise, for individuals, families, and communities, for men and women, for the young and the elderly, for people of all races and religious (or non-religious) persuasions.
People, our beautiful planet is crying for our help, literally! On this morning after, are we capable of putting aside our petty squabbles and divisiveness and remember that we are all One, remember that there can never be a “them” because we are all “us.” Can we all be the grown-ups and simply do the right thing because ALL of it is in it for ALL of us? I’m willing…
There is, indeed, a morning after. What are we going to do with it?