To continue the vehicle metaphor from a few days ago, it seems like my writing engine is starting to warm up a bit. The cobwebs hang from the block, blown backward by the force of the fan, and one by one, they drop away.
I’ve actually found myself wanting to write new poems, or songs, or stories. I’ve felt a need to do something for me lately, and writing is my natural first choice. That sounds selfish, but I’ll let it stand. As much as I’ve chastised myself to think otherwise, it’s okay to be selfish sometimes, and in the area of creativity, it may occasionally be essential.
I’ve been thinking a lot about our friends who live in the area of the Crystal Fire; they haven’t lost their home, but the last few days have been very stressful for them as the winds shift the fire toward and away from them. Fortunately, it appears that firefighters have complete a fire line on the edge of the fire closest to them, and containment numbers continue to creep up. With luck, hard work from multiple fire teams, and continued cooler weather, hopefully the fire will no longer be a threat to anyone after the weekend. Robyn & Chuy, our thoughts are with you, the family, and the animals. Be safe. To those who have lost their homes, I can only imagine the devastation you feel, and as weak as the sentiment may seem, my heart goes out to you, as well.