Long Beach—Friday Morning, March 7
Eight and a half weeks since The Fire.
Shock, disorientation, immediate moment by moment survival…this has setlled…and now?
The longer term reality. Creating surroundings that bring solace and healing and joy. Figuring out how to manifest food, meds, gas, shelter moving forward…(yes, my dollars were all in the house).
Fema is back logged with other disasters and the word is “it will be months before we can help you”. We humans are masterful at doing whatever is needed for our loved ones, but what about for ourselves? Now the test is upon us.
During my years of living in Malibu, my personal reality was not the glamourous ‘WHOA, MALIBU!!!!’ reality…it was a surreal, exquisite gift from God as a Shangri-La offering to heal and bask in after a tumultuous chapter. I lived privately and simply and welcomed every morning chatting with the creatures that claimed the bluff with me…greeting my fig and lemon trees and seeing how they were doing…and every single mid morning…as I headed out in my car to write by the sea lions and meet industry people for my scripts, there was a certain bend in the road where the light ALWAYS shone golden. Every single day, at that particular moment, the words ‘the unbearable lightness of being’ would waft through me, followed by a silent prayer of thanks and I felt that I was in heaven while on earth…the fragile reality of it all…the sorrows that rode right along next to ecstacy.
Yesterday…out of nowhere….walking out on a pier in Seal Beach, before I headed north to Santa Monica, it happened. In the rain, in the wind, waves breaking when suddenly a stream of light breaking forth and turning the waves silver, it happened, those words came through me, ’the unbearable lightness of being.’
Thank you…Thank you…Yes.