I wish I could adequately communicate how wonderful our hosts have been. They are generous in a dying-to-self sort of way that is inspiring (and a little scary, when I realize how much I'd like to be like them, and what that actually means). We love them, and are loved.
OK, I just couldn't go on until I got that out. Today J. did the whole graduation thing, taking most of the morning and into the early afternoon. The skies in Santa Barbara were very foggy today (GREAT news for the fire--cold and wet air right off of the Pacific). After watching flames in the distance last night that were probaly 100 feet high, this morning was calm and cool and very encouraging.
The 8am press conference from unified command (Forest Service, Cal Fire, Santa Barbara and now Montecito Fire Dept.s, Sheriff & Police) focused almost exclusively on the Montecito front, which is the eastern one and the one nearest us. Later in the morning I found a fire map that could track where fires likely were (although not how large they are). Then a CD was played that was from our refugee days--Seeds of Purpose . Love it (in fact I had given this copy to our hosts) but I find music so incredibly evocative, and the combination of those three things made me...well...sad. Not necessarily worried that something was going to happen to our house (I still think it will be fine) but certainly a return to feeling very vulnerable, and a mourning for what has been and what is...like running into my friend Jill at Target in Ventura, whom I never see anymore because her house (two doors down and across the street) burned down last time and she and her husband and five children haven't moved home yet. They were out, like us, on a mandatory evacuation from their rental! Sometimes it seems like too much!
...and yet it isn't, of course. Unless, still, it is too much goodness. There is still far more that is beautiful and good, and those are good gifts that I will take with whatever evil happens across our paths. I look forward to sharing with you photos from tonight, where we are safely and comfortably at J.'s grandmother's, and where Pixie picked strawberries to her heart's desire. Where she and Bud blasted recorders in their band, and Wombles swung in the hammock or played gleefully in the dirt.
And those are the little wonders, right? Someone we admire very much once told J. that a good answer to "How are you?" is "Better than I deserve." No matter what craziness is going on here, that is still a good answer from me. Those of you who know Jesus know what I'm talking about.
And so, basically, I don't have much news to report because we're in LA and I can't get any news about what matters to me back in SB except that we are still on mandatory evacuation. Down here I can't hear when the helicopters are flying and see where they are working, in order to get a good idea of what's happening, like back home. We'll just have to wait and see what happens tomorrow! I can't even step outside to see how hard the wind's blowing...And maybe that's a good thing for now. SO you just get a little of the internal progress of the fire instead! :)
Happy Mother's Day!! I am excited to be spending it here with MaII tomorrow. The kids were SO excited that we were coming here, and were not disappointed upon arrival. Thanks so much for checking in.
PS: Here's the fire map. It's actually pretty cool.
http://wv.enplan.com/