Prayers for Safety
We’re so lucky sometimes it’s hard to fathom. Like today, we have heat for our home, clean water to drink, healthy food to eat, even chocolate. The grey sky outside is morning mist, not smoke, I’m pretty sure, and we are safe. At this moment we are safe.
And yet. Like so many friends and neighbors I’ve talked to, there’s a baseline uneasiness, fear, an activated-ness humming in the background. Vigilance.
It’s exhausting. It’s indescribable. And then the thought: Thousands have lost their homes, dozens their lives, in the neighboring fires these past few days, how could I be thinking of myself and my own fragility right now?
I should be in constant prayer for the survivors, for the emergency workers and firefighters. This week’s fires are relatively far from us. It’s not our turn. Not today. Today we are lucky.
Prayers for safety. Prayers for survival. Prayers for adaptation. For all of us. I’m gonna keep going.