Friday, November 14, 2008

The Tea Fire raged through Montecito, Ca all night and continues tonight.It has been like a war zone with planes dousing foam and helicopters doing the same in the populated areas.. You see the new slide show? Burnt to the ground. And of course there are the creatures. Talk about letting go.

10 comments:

julie said...

The beautiful place with the goats? Burnt to the ground? Your place??!

Oh, I'm so, so sorry, Gecko. Prayers are probably cold comfort right now, but they're what I have to give.

Gecko said...

Not my place but my friend Carla's. Isn't it amazing? She did it all herself even the fireplace which she made herself slowly and painstakingly with a beautiful stone that looks so soft and is the second hardest stone to a diamond.

Anonymous said...

An Eden turned into ash. The sweet goats.Ah Gecko what a time.

USS Ben USN (Ret) said...

I pray for your friend, Gecko, and all the folks out there.
I hope they extinguish that fire quickly.

walt said...

I fiddle, while your world burns! We pray for your safety, and that you can weather the firestorm.

QP said...

I've been in a fidgety state inside Worryville, but nothing like what y'all are going through. I'm so relieved to read you and yours are safe. May you stay that way.

julie said...

Then my prayers will go to your friend as well. May the fires be swiftly quenched, and may your lives begin afresh.

Gecko said...

"Because I cannot drink
There, where trees flower and springs flow, for there is nothing again.
Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place..." TS Eliot

More news this morning of homes of friends burnt to the ground. Lucky for me to be graced with your powerful prayers. We are safe.
and thank you.

QP said...

What a trial-by-fire experience. As a toddler just my dresser top caught on fire when a J-o-L candle burned through; I had nightmares for a long time about being trapped in my own burning home.

This probably reactivates Julie's memories big time.

julie said...

It does, (funny you should say that - I was dreaming of the old house, that I bought it and was remodeling it, just yesterday), but not quite in the way people might expect. Truth is, losing our house was probably the best thing that could have happened. Not for insurance or anything like that, but because there was so much just plain bad happening at the time, much of it centered around the house and its history. It was an end, but also an important beginning.

When I hear about other people losing their homes, I always pray that in the long run, something positive comes of it, sooner or later. But I know that's not always the case, and that losing a home can be as heartbreaking as losing a member of the family. So for right now, I'm mainly just praying that those who are suffering can get through this one day at a time, and maybe when they need it most they'll feel the brush of an angel's wing or the ineffable lightness that brings a gift of calm in the midst of turmoil.