Plans...

Ah..'the best laid plans of mice and men'....between sickness and raging fires out of control in northern BC, visiting family and camping at some of the prime spots I've discovered these past weeks has come to a grinding halt. It is quite possible, actually quite probable that my crew and I will be deployed to help on the front lines...the two young crew able to do the physical work and while my heart would prefer to do the same I know I am best suited to dealing with medic/safety portion of command central. It is the least we can do to help these brave and slightly crazy wildfire fighters...

In and amongst all this kurfuffle life continues to plod along...plants need watering, house needs cleaning...the usual, the unusual and the new.....so many things these days surprise me in their beauty, in their intensity of emotional responses...I sit and sip in the morning...sit and sip in the evening as I watch the sun make its way across the sky in a bright orange ball sitting amongst the heavy smoke. It feels as though we have been under this smoke forever...I yearn to see the sky over the fields dotted with cattle, with horses, with farmers out pulling up crops...listening to the machinery slowly make their way across fields that seem to stretch on into eternity, wisps of smoke and ash drifting behind...

Dear hearts...I pray for your continued safety...for strength, for courage in the face of adversity, in the face of evil...ah, I know...such a harsh word and yet...evil deeds make for evil faces...it is time to stand, is it not? Time to stand against such tyranny, such despicable actions...it starts small, this rebellion of thought until it morphs into an anger of giant proportions...a righteous anger...an anger against wrong doings, against hateful acts...

We must stand...or lose ourselves, or lose sight of what is truly good and right with this world. We must speak our truths my friends...no matter who we may lose along the way...not every loved one will hear and understand...and that is ok, it is where they are on their own unique journey...but for myself and my household we will guard against words and actions of such poisonous intent they knock you down...bruised and broken...to fight to gain your feet once more...your spirit...your soul...your heart...torn to shreds...frantically picking up the pieces as you fight to stay alive, to stay sane amidst the turmoil and chaos thrown at random your way.

Stand tall dear dear friends...walk tall, with pride for the steps you have taken...for the ground covered...lift your head high and see your worth...God has ordained you, created you beautifully, wonderfully....for a purpose....for a life of joy, of peace, of love....