I sit at the keyboard waiting for a joyful message to flow through these fingers. I sit in my studio in my safe and warm house and am deeply thankful. Yet, my heart breaks.

            There is change in the air and it is not the crisp, cold of November. The air is heavy with smoke and the heartache of a town asunder and populations displaced.  I feel helpless each time I see the news, glance at social media, look out the window, open the door, go to the market or talk with friends.  It is a problem so close that I can touch it and so huge that I can’t fix it.  My donations just don’t seem enough; not money, not clothing, not food, not bedding, not even a bed. Yet I continue.

            I am not alone. There is joy in a community that has opened its arms to welcome and assist so many who have been displaced. There is joy in the hopeful, the kind, the strong, and the caring.

            As I write the Camp Fire is 4O% contained. There is rain predicted for Thanksgiving.  Fire fighters have come from around the globe to battle this blaze. Thousands of prayers have been offered for their success.   Meals are provided, pets are cared for, loved ones are located…   All those able, reach out and assist.   People talk of rebuilding.  There is hope for the future.  Together, love and humanity can overcome adversity and devastation.  My heart is filled. 

            I sit at the keyboard and write.  In hope, there is great joy.

Sending love - Isabella