This year, it seems is bringing in the Fire sector of the year in a very big way. Tomorrow through the weekend, we’ll already be hitting triple digits here in the nice smarmy, humid, armpit of the Tennessee Valley. And I feel extremely validated in calling it an armpit, because in this heat, in public areas, that’s all you’re gonna smell. Sweaty armpits. Now, my being born in a Fire Dragon year, according to the Chinese zodiac, one would think I would almost welcome Fire. And normally you’d be right. I’ve always been drawn to it, inexplicably drawn. Not so much this year I think.
We’ve all heard the reports of dozens upon dozens of wildfires taking over, taking control of much of the western section of the country. It wasn’t until today that it really hit me. I was born in Colorado. I spent the first four years of my life there. Right out my bedroom window, greeting me every morning and watching over me every night as I slept, loomed Cheyenne Mountain…Pikes Peak. This was home. And in many ways, it still is. During the Earth quarter this past year, a picture of them with Garden of the Gods in the foreground occupied my desktop background image. Mom called me in to look at something on her computer today, and my heart sank, as I saw this same mountain range, filled with smoke, ablaze. It is now, that Fire’s immensely destructive nature has never been more evident..nor had more of an impact on me than it does right this moment. The only thing that, knock on wood and pray it doesn’t happen, would make this more real for me, would be if it were my home, my family, that were taken by a fire.
June 28th, 2012 at 9:37 am | edit Well not like, but … :sigh: