It’s not the weekend, and not time for the weekly coffee share, but I am indeed sitting here sipping my morning coffee while writing this. My dreams last night took me to all my favorite places in northern California. Approximately 85-90% of them burned this year, first in the Carr Fire (raged five minutes from the house I lived in four months ago,) and now in the Camp Fire. My dream was very real. I was surprised to be in Las Vegas when I woke up.
The first thing I did when I woke up was to read the news about the Camp Fire. It has become the deadliest in the state history. At the moment at least 42 people have died in this fire alone. The likelihood of that number going up is big. The town of Paradise is completely gone. In my mind I can still see the town very well. I can feel the generosity of my first friends in California, as they opened their hearts and homes to me, when I was a stranger. Paradise was a relatively poor town, compared to the rest of California, surrounded by beautiful ranch land. I have not spent so much time in the town, but more in the outskirts. The views used to be stunning. I went on a couple trail rides in the vicinity, and those were very memorable rides.
I hate not being able to do anything to stop this madness. The helplessness eats me alive, as I think of the people I know, and all their neighbors. Some who have lost everything. As I start my day, being safe and warm, with ridiculous good coffee next to me, my heart is there. My heart is in California. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t ever see myself living there again, but a piece of my heart is there. Will always be. So many good memories. ❤