Beyond the Surface

When the Cedar Fires happened, I was living in Point Loma. We were safely away from the fires but I woke up one morning and my world was orange and covered in ash. This very surreal, almost apocalyptic look. Today, it’s happened again. That look of sunrise all day. The few rays of sun that make it through are filtered through an orange haze making the blinds glow as if the sun has just risen in a misty morning.

The year it’s the Witch Creek fire, the Harris fire and the Rice fire. We’re closer this time. The Witch Creek and Rice fires are at our doorstep. The areas around us were all evacuated and my car was packed - and still is - ready to leave if we were told to. The neighborhood we lived in six months ago, 13 miles away, burned. Carlsbad, Fallbrook, Del Mar, Encinitas, Escondido… all evacuated. Ryan came home from a long day at work and then slept on the couch so that he would hear the police cars with bullhorns if they came through our neighborhood. I was so exhausted, I fell into bed and slept hard until morning. The morning of the sunrise that lasts all day.

Ethan is crawling out of his skin with cabin fever. There are brownies in the oven and we’re going to watch a movie in the living room where the air purifiers are. Even with keeping all of the windows and doors shut since two days ago, it creeps in through the garage door when we take trash out or through the cracks around the sliding doors. It’s the smell of people’s lives burning. It makes me want to curl up into a ball and cry ‘leave me alone!’

As sensitive as I am right now and as on edge and as freaked out over all of this as I am right now, there are people in shelters right now who don’t know if their homes are even still there. Ironically, that’s WHY I’m freaked out. 3/4 of my soul is soaring over those shelters fretting and worrying with them. Thousands of people will find out at 12:00 that their mandatory evacuations have gotten an all clear and that they can return to their neighborhoods and some of them will arrive to a pile of rubble. It’s like some sort of horrible lottery. I’m bracing myself for the wail of mourning that will rise up from San Diego that I won’t be able to pull myself away from.

There are light workers from across the globe converging over San Diego. I remember with 9/11, I heard that there were light workers gathering astrally to help, I scoffed. But really. If you travel out into the San Diego atmosphere around the fires, they hover there. Just as real and as palpable as can be. There are witches, new agers, metaphysicians - all doing what they can to help. It’s like this entire unseen army that never makes the news. Stitching up hearts and soothing souls. Healing and rebuilding the land.

The prayers and wishes are helping. The are the thread in the stitches the light workers use. Keep praying, wishing and sending energy. Light candles, beat drums run amok in your house till you are breathless and giggling and send it all here! It’s very real and it’s happening and we really, really, really do need it all no matter how minor it seems.