I continue to check on the fires in Los Angeles.  Northern California was inundated with rain this fall, and Southern California got none.  Today the air here is clear and the air smells sweet with spring.  I contrast that to the air in LA right now, to the loss, devastation, and fear.  So much seems unimaginable these days.  We’re being stretched.

Today, after seeing a Great Blue Heron by the creek, I saw a Great Blue Heron standing still in the water of the bay. Patiently the heron waits, and then, the trigger neck stretches and snaps to catch a fish. I’m with the stillness, the gentle wait for change.