Gathering inspiration from Mother Nature, I'm still here. . .
My town may not be but, I'm still here...
Knitting with the yarn I have left, I'm still here. . .
Living in a smaller home but, I'm still here. . .
Thankful we're surrounded by family, I'm still here. . .
And grateful to find love in the most unexpected places.
The first night we were evacuated we stayed at Mill Creek Resort at the base of Mt. Lassen. We were chatting with the couple in the trailer next to us about the Dixie Fire when I noticed that Zuzu had an empty box in her mouth. "It's ok if she has that" they said. When I went to pick up the remaining pieces after Zuzu tore it up a heart appeared.
The Dixie Fire may have taken our town, my office and our home, but it hasn't taken away our love, our community and my love of fiber.
I'm still here.