It’s early but a nor’easter is already punishing the east coast and only a week since hurricane Sandy whipped through. The end of the world foretold by the Mayans and others is only 4 weeks away. Likely the drastic atmospherics dubbed the new normal by weather pundits are nature’s balancing act to tip the world back into scale. The oceans are warming and rising, the polar caps are melting, diluting the salt in the ocean which carries the electrical currents that run through the world like a battery. The poles themselves are shifting; north and south could slip or be reversed. I wonder if toilets will suddenly start to flush the wrong direction or will they go through a sluggish period of indecision for a while? That would be awkward. They say we’re overdue for a season of solar flares which could wipe out the electrical grid. If the lights go out it could be decades before they come back. If that’s the case, I hope that storyline is more exciting than the overhyped series, Revolution. Is it really the end of the world? It could be. Am I concerned? Not really. The world ends every day for many, many people. Is this an extinction level event we are approaching? Probably not. Even if it is, mankind will probably survive in some way. After all, they tell us the dinosaurs are extinct, but we still have armadillos and crocodiles and other creatures from the dawn of time. The real question is, if my world ends today, or tomorrow, or on December 21, 2012 what does that mean to me?
I sit here in a puddle of sunshine on my cracker barrel porch at the Lucky Buck Lodge, picking ticks off my cats. That nor’easter pokes its icy fingertips into the tree tops on the ridge far above. This time tomorrow it will be here with full-fisted fury. The ticks don’t have to worry; they’ll be dead already. The cats don’t have to worry; there’s a warm fire inside. We worry just a little today, carting firewood to the porch, so we don’t have to worry tomorrow. We’ve got a spring, we heat with wood, we have some stores of food–not a proper Mormon cupboard but sufficient for the season.
I’m looking forward to the winter. It’s a time of death and of reflection. My mother died December 7 last year. No matter how much we fear it and fight against it, in the end there can be peace. I believe my mother was ready for her long winter. I believe the earth is ready too.