i was asked: should i worry? No. there is no Worry.
there is what is. There is 318, 930 acres burned. 15 people died. an entire community decimated, a school, churches, homes. How many sentient beings…the brilliant wildlife habitat. So many displaced, mountain lions seek new territory. 95% contained. Contained doesn't mean out, it means that perimeters have been established, that there is good reason to believe that there will be no breach of those perimeters. There is a red flag weather warning today through Saturday. The Fire Service and Cal Fire now begin the work of warding off Erosion.
Reading Fire Monks. Her gift of weaving the thread of Zen principles through. I have innate propensity for Tibetan Buddhism, but as i read, i am taken in by Zen as i never had been before. Tibetan…wild, rich, sensual….tapestry and thangka…..Zen….spare, disciplined, a single brush stroke of black ink on a white scroll. She writes " at the core of Zen is the practice of taking care. It starts with your own body and extends outward to all phenomena and all beings….to the sangha or community, the temple objects, buildings and grounds, and, ultimately the land and its natural processes, including fire. it's a particular kind of caring free of rigid expectation, free even of hope."
for all practical purposes, the Wall Garden is finished. Now, just the Bell Peppers, one malabar spinach vine, John Lewis, the Avacado and crepe myrtle. The deer, having made herself at home.
and then..the thing of the problems with Typepad here, that weigh in.
there is nothing i can do to Fix ANYTHING.
I can
water the grapevines and 2 fruit trees. Pull up the trash receptacle from the road. give water to B, pull some weeds. Try to find the drawing board and choose the first Deb L thread for the Letter Blanket. Figure out a way to tie the latch on the feed shed in case of any Big Wind, make garlic and wasabi mashed potatoes, eat them and wash my bowl. Go sit. in the high forest of C and Ask. for guidance.

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