Every where you look there is destruction and if you turn and look the other way some one is there being kind and giving you something. So I try to look in that direction as much as possible.
It is the destruction that is painful, had someone backed a truck up to my house and taken every single item, and the house along with it, it would not have been so bad. But the sheer force of the destruction is a shock to the system, and the thought that my little house suffered such an end is an anguish. My whole life has been about creation, not the acquisition of things, but the creation of things. The destructiveness of the fire seemed the very antithesis of that, and at some core level feels like the annihilation of my very being. But I know it is not.