I am struck by the stillness – feelings of people hunkering down and lost. I felt the sadness and fears of others and I felt my own fears and sadness. I felt a stillness and silence within me and in my surrounding space – it felt good and cosmic in my core surrounded by loss.
Then there is the power of the fire – to consume and how frail I am in the face of it. I am humbled by the power of nature, the impermanence of life. I feel my attachment to it and my attachment to my stuff.
I drove to the store in the smoke this evening (10/9/17).
The first feelings of the stillness feels good and then it is immediately followed by shock, loss, grief and fears. Soot falls like bizarre snowflakes in the day and at night. By day soot is snow-like and at night it could be mistaken for mist.
At the supermarket people seemed slowly rushed and disembodied as if somnambulates wandering in shock on short forays for survival.
And the fires burn on…
Over 100 wildfires are still burning and firefighters first priorities have been to rescue people and then work on containment.