The windows were open last night and the coyotes were singing. Perhaps that was part of the disturbance in my sleep, but I think it was more an awareness of the fragility we share. I got up early and watered my indoor plants, took each to the sink, and checked leaves and roots. In the case of orchids, the roots are visible and squirt both up and down. They are dependent on me. I am dependent on the earth, and mankind's ability to interact with her.
We fight a fire. CA resources, and now, national resources, unite to fight a fire. Around here, we have controlled burns. Volunteers sit atop Mt. Tam alert for first sparks, and yet, as I felt a week ago when I was on Mt. Tam watching dry lightning flash like huge shooting stars, we never know just how we will be touched.
For today, I am aware of water, the gift of it, and the gift of pure air.