It happens to me from time to time, like today.
I feel a tremor. I look around and everything is normal.
There are no swinging lamps or rattling glass.
I understood that Alberta (and I take this opportunity to share a curious fact; the name of our province comes from Queen Victoria’s fourth daughter, Princess Louise Caroline Alberta) is not a particularly seismic zone, so it’s probably nothing.
But this recent vibration triggered memories of my days as a civil engineering student.
Seismic movements occur when tectonic plates generate tension in the Earth’s crust and are caused by the release of energy from the Earth’s interior.
Very interesting, but even more surprising was that I managed to pass Structural Engineering I and II, and even designed anti-seismic structures at university.
The best thing about it is that I’ve forgotten everything. What a relief!
Nowadays, the quakes that I suddenly feel on very particular occasions, have a much less tectonic origin. My tremors are triggered by memories, or the beauty of nature, or the smiles of my children.
They are telluric movements that produce in my soul, micro explosions of joy, tremors of gratitude, shudders of tenderness.
I think that the only seismic zone around here is me.