It was really windy today. In fact, on the way to work along Lakeshore Drive I shouldn’t have been so surprised to see how high the waves were, crashing against the shore. At several points the smashing of the waves caused large amorphous mists to visibly blow across the drive and splash against the windshield and roof of the car. The wind howled. The car rocked. It was 6:00 in the morning, dark and ominous.
Exiting at 57th Street, as I watched the huge waves batter the Point, nearly reaching the roof of the two-story tower of the community center at its eastern edge, I flashed on the movie The Last Wave (1977). It has been a long time since I have seen this movie so it was weird that it even crossed my mind. All I remember about it, aside from it being directed by Peter Weir and starring Richard Chamberlain (Dr. Kildare), is that it is the story of a ritualized murder by a group of aborigines, the lawyer given to defend them, and his spiritual upheaval and transformation. The movie concludes with Richard Chamberlain staring at a very dramatic apocalyptic wave (see photo above) about to wipe out the entire continent (the earth?). I remember feeling utterly depleted and haunted by the end, emotionally overwhelmed, completely underwater.
The mysterious confluence of windy day and memory clearly reflects my present state of mind. Failing and ailing mother, mountains of papers and projects, challenging negotiations with family, complicated agreement brokering at school, a dryer that doesn’t work, and a general inability to say “no”.
Still waters may run deep, but it’s these choppy ones that are the hardest to fathom and navigate.