The Hills Are On Fire

There's a forest fire across the river from our apartment, so we went to check out the sunset (gotta love the smokey haze that oddly makes the sunset look even more beautiful, and mysterious). Fires are awe inspiring, and mesmerizing. I couldn't take my eyes off of the glowing hills, and the plumes of smoke. Even though the fire is few miles away, we could still hear a loud pop, here and there, as a group of trees went up in flames.

I didn't really want to walk down the road to check out the fire, but I have my 'live it moment-to-moment' concept so I had to get off of my bum and give it a chance. Well, actually, it's not that I didn't want to see the fire, it was more a matter of effort. But, if I hadn't gotten out of the house I wouldn't have seen such an amazing sunset. I'm enjoying my new ability to spontaneously see what's going on in the world around me.

Life is happening. 

The other day Danny told me about a friend in college who was wheelchair ridden. His whole motto was, "The wheelchair can be a part of my life, or my whole life." Danny doesn't keep in touch with that guy from college, but his words were unforgettable, even years later. It's amazing how some things stick with you. I'm grateful for that guy. He might never know how much he's helped my perspective, but his words helped me decide to really enjoy the good things in my life. And without Danny's compassion toward his friend, and his compassion to me, I might not have ever heard that story. A double gift.