I’ve been having a hard time putting words to my thoughts. Or maybe I’m just uncovering some of them still, like how I found this orange wiffle ball beneath the alyssum just a minute ago. While I was surfing the voice in my head told me just start telling a story and see where it takes you.
So here it goes.
Yesterday morning I woke up and felt like I wasn’t even home. My bed felt the same. And Scott, of course, he is always familiar. But it was 100º this May morning with thick, sweet wind that was as unpredictable as that wild horse that once threw my dad into a dry riverbed.
Out in the ocean I could hear the train whistle so clearly and smell the jasmine as if it were out surfing too. Things were blowing from land into the water; things that don’t belong in the ocean like palm fronds and a sparrow, who looked as surprised as I was about his landing spot. Luckily he found his way.
Everything felt different out there. It reminded me of a week or so ago when we were in Catalina. Although, it wasn’t the weather that was unfamiliar. Something happened that I knew would make certain things different forever.
And in that moment, something slid into place. Some of my objectives changed. And Scott finalized a decision he had been trying to make for years.
I promise I won’t be this vague forever, but I’m sure you understand that some things in life need time until the right words can be given to them.
Yesterday this peculiar weather caused eight fires in San Diego County, like we had worried it would. Some have made their way through neighborhoods and businesses. All school was cancelled throughout the county today.
The vibe around here has been surreal; neighbors coming out to inform and console each other; kids playing in the streets past dark because it’s too hot to stay in; ashes falling from the sky and dogs on the loose.
The dog in the pictures is named Sadie. She found her way, just like the sparrow from the beach did earlier and we were lucky to help her.
There isn’t much else to say except that we are sending good thoughts to the families affected by the fires.
Life is beautiful, painful, and awfully complex sometimes. And we experience it in so many of the same ways, even if we express it differently.
Over the past few weeks I have had lessons in patience, faith and strength. Of course, that’s the short version.