Challenge

It's been a tough week. California appeared to have been literally going up in smoke (it's not done yet), the moon was full, family members of exes seemed to have taken up permanent residence on the fringes...

The good news: it seems that everyone I and my family knows in SoCal is more or less intact, though my heart feels squeezed nearly to death at the stats and stories of heartbreak. The moon is waning (Oh glory be!) and all the other people have been successfully handled, contained, passed quietly by. I hope.

In the wake of such wrenching devastation, here's my challenge: go do something. Give blood. Hug a firefighter. Say a big thank you to someone who slaves away with nary a thought to self. You know how to do this--call your local Red Cross if you're stumped. These kinds of weeks call for us to be more, do more, think and give and love more. Our hearts expand, eventually the green shoots will live again, the homes will be (mostly) rebuilt. And we become better for engaging fully in the human experience, for reaching out to those so clearly (or not so clearly) in need.

Say a prayer for those families who are missing some of their people tonight. Whether it's fire, flood, abduction, or miscellaneous evil, those empty spaces ache awfully.

"Kiss those babies."
--Dy

P.S. If you're reading this, then you're not amongst the folks mentioned in the first paragraph. No, these people are rather far afield and most have nothing whatsoever to do with me in any way, shape or form. (Hope I didn't give anyone a heart attack there. Grins. Hugs.)