Early rising and fiery aftermath

Out last night at the lookout with Siobhan, had a few drinks and soaked up the non smoking environment. What a joy it was to come home and not reek of smoke.

Reeking of smoke was all about yesterday afternoon. Helping Sean and Michael clear out their apt. after the fire that happened on Thursday morning. Tragic really, but no one was hurt so it's all good. I wasn't in the house but 2 minutes before every inch of my body was saturated by the smoky campfire smell. This was no campfire... No insurance meant a lot of sifting though rubble for any surviving artifacts or clothes. Sean sees it as a purging. Forced as it may be it's a sure-fire way to part with objects which under normal circumstances would cause endless hours of humming and hawing whether to keep or not. It's gone, and there aint a darned thing that you can do about it to make it all come back. Happily enough, Sean did speak of a great feeling of freedom. It's very true that the objects and material possessions to which we treasure the most can be at times, an unforeseen weight.

New beginnings, all around me... Some forced, some unfair, some chosen. Its strange how you coast along life at times and everything seems so stable and uneventful... and I'm not sure if it's not until you seek out change yourself, that you see it occurring all around you. Or if some sort of planetary alignment can spark of these sorts of events. I'm
kind of thinking that it's a bit of both. I think it's safe to allow myself that thought...

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1 a : of or relating to the mind; specifically : of or relating to the total emotional and intellectual response of an individual to external reality

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1 : WET, MOISTEN: as a : to supply (as land) with water by artificial means b : to flush (a body part) with a stream of liquid (as in removing a foreign body or medicating)
2 : to refresh as if by watering