Our little town is being some what threatened by this wild fire that started this last Monday afternoon. A "mandatory" evacuation was called out today while I was in Hemet. A simple trip to Hemet turned into a whirlwind of constant sounds coming from my phone- why I gave almost everyone a personalized tone, I don't know. I couldn't even answer one with a simple yes or no before another text or call came rolling in- interrupting. The police finally allowed me up so I could pack (after talking to my Dad!)~Thank You.
This fire also ruined yesterday's photo shoot I had set with David Paquette.
We were going to be shooting around... there.
~19000 acres burned, destroyed mobile homes, 15% CONTAINED, heading towards...me.
My babies haven't bloomed in five years... Maybe they were waiting for sobriety, too.
Alcohol is a disease of carried isolation. It engulfs you in a cloud of dark pins and needles. Until hidden disaster shows face, one stays in ignorant bliss.
The light eventually emerges, unexpectedly at the necessary time. True colors show and your waken by realism. ~My new life has blossomed.