To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified. — Isaiah 61:1-3
More from me on the Camp Fire and Paradise in the coming months. For now, this is where I came from and am coming from. On that day, the only thing bigger than the fire were the heroes that appeared from everywhere in Paradise as the flames called forth the better angels of their souls.
Two months from that day, in this small apartment looking out on the cold rain with a small black cat sleeping on the sofa behind me, you’d think that the emotions of the day have receded into the rearview mirror of life, but watching this made me weep with loss of that day and rise with the hope of the following few weeks all over again.