Exiled from Home
We have massive wild winds in Northern California - power outages expected to last five days in the mountains where I live, trees downed everywhere. Mother Nature is having a wild party.
I work outside of the mountains, so have been staying in a suburb with my family - nothing remotely resembling my regular life. My husband at our house, tends the generator, clears tree limbs, stokes the home fires, and is the companion to our cats.
I find myself missing everything about where I live, but important things are surfacing. Gratitude beyond explanation for the mountain life I’ve been so fortunate to experience. It is not for the faint of heart or spirit, but worth every minute of the challenges we face with storms, rains, fires, and the simple difficulty of moving around during those Mother Nature raging times. I miss my camera, and being there to chronicle what on the surface looks like devistation but beneath that is a clearing - a cleansing.
I thook this photo with my phone out of my Silicon Valley office this morning, reminded that everywhere there is beauty reflected back to you, if you take a moment to look. As I walked to get breakfast this mornining, I breathed in the cool, wind-freshened air, and was struck, despite not being able to breathe in my redwood mountain air, by how fully alive I feel and how fortunate I am to simply breathe and see.