Photo: USGS. The presumed remains of the Bessie White, a wrecked schooner long buried under Fire Island's dunes, exposed on the beach following Hurricane Sandy.
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I saw this report on the morning news, and I thought immediately, "how like human interaction this is." Hurricane Sandy slammed Fire Island and shifted the sand dunes 75 feet, leaving the carcass of this old schooner naked and raw in the open air when the sun returned.
How perfectly this epitomizes the breakdown of relationships. The bluster and blow that swirls around us, battering and eroding our defenses, shifts all our protections away and leaves us naked, broken, vulnerable. And wondering: what happens now? Do we crumble into the dust, weakened by the stripping away of all that which not only masked us from view but supported us? or do we find a way to preserve whatever dignity we have left and stand strong in the bright light of the new day?