“They say light travels faster than anything. But they’re wrong. Darkness is faster.”
So here we are, May 2010.
I went to Anna Maria Island yesterday. I love Anna Maria. It’s pretty and cute and not yet too overwhelmed by chains. It’s nice to go anywhere there are a lot of mom-and-pop businesses. I think I am love with Sign of the Mermaid, and I only drove past it.
The beach: powder white sand, green water, still more houses than condos. Indian Rocks, formerly my favorite beach, has lost a lot of its out of the way feel. It’s hard to feel off the beaten path when surrounded by condos and skyrises.
It wasn’t the perfect beach day. Powder white sand, while cool and soft and pretty, is not nearly as enjoyable when it’s windy. We came home literally coated with sand. My cat, Orca, rubbed against my leg when I walked in and even she had sand in her fur after. You know it’s windy when your beach mat, which is weighted down with sandals and a beach bag, is blowing away. I ordered a salad for lunch, and bits of my spinach kept flying off.
I don’t care. I may not get to see it again before the oil hits.
The thought of these beaches being ruined makes me want to cry. Actually I did cry a little. The thought of this massive spreading blight of foulness coming towards us is a lot more vivid when one is looking at the pristine white sand and turquoise water that most people think of when they speak about paradise. It’s headed the other way now, but that isn’t a huge comfort. It will affect this area eventually.
The phrases one keeps hearing are mindboggling.
“Spill may go on for months.”
The Gulf hasn’t been really healthy for a long time. All the crap that goes into all the rivers that feed the Mississippi end up in the Mississippi, which empties into the Gulf. But it wasn’t devastated.
This is death to these waters, and to all the animals in it.
I hope the dolphins get out. They’re so smart; I keep wishing there was a way to warn them not to swim that way, to go to Cuba for a while.
I remember so many summer days sitting at Gators with a frozen drink, watching the dolphins. You can’t see a wild dolphin and not smile.
A few of us are going to attempt a ritual to warn the dolphins. Half of me thinks this is the dumbest idea ever, and that I am nuts for doing this. Maybe I am. Maybe it’s more about feeling so helpless, and wanting to do something, anything, to help. The other half believes it might be possible. I’m really not one for ceremony, period, but I do believe in energy, and that humans and animals do have a mystical bond. Also, dolphins are really really really smart, and ‘get out’ is a clear message. It isn’t far off what the Natives practiced. Maybe there’s a reason I felt compelled to watch Whaledreamers, and found it so captivating. Most importantly, it can’t hurt to try, and maybe if enough people pool their energy, we can somehow get through to them, tell them to get out before they get caught.
It looks like Tuesday. So for those of you who happen to fall under the less skeptical viewpoint, and/or any animal mystics out there, sending a few thoughts at the dolphins would be a good thing. There’s not much else we can do, now.
*still wondering if this is a mad idea*