Yesterday there was an earthquake. It was 6.5, yet felt more intense.
It could have been much worse. I am fine and my house is not damaged.
I've spent the day cleaning up things shaken off the shelves. I was taking a nap when it started. Great metaphor. As I grabbed my jeans I kept thinking - dang, why didn't I finish that earthquake kit? What did I grab besides my pants? A knife, flashlight, and a leash for the dogs.
Was I frightened? Heck yes. But my greatest fear came from not knowing if this was the "big one" that visits the Humboldt Coast every few hundred years. I've been in several earthquakes and this felt the most intense, though it was not the biggest on the Richter scale.
In less than an hour I was walking the fence line of the general pasture, wanting to be sure it was intact. Grateful. Shaken. Comforted by the calm of the horses and the beauty of the sunset. Thinking what I need to do to prepare.
PS Sheeesh, only on Facebook! There is a "I survived the Eureka 2010 Earthquake" Group. Of course I joined. There are lots of pictures that show the outcome - not tragic fortunately, but definitely sobering.