I woke up to the terrifying sound of my huge oak tree whipping against my roof and house in the sudden severe windstorms we had in los angeles this week. I got up and kept anxious watch (but wanted to hide under the bed) as the power lines snapped and sparked around the street and the extreme wind gusts made intense howling sounds I hope never to hear again.
In the morning the entire neighborhood and area were out early surveying our homes, yards and cars and openly sharing our experiences of fear the night before, even though many were total strangers that just happened to live on our street. Many had extreme damage, Huge trees were literally uprooted and now laying across cars, houses and streets and it was a shocking emotional scene.
We all skipped our usual morning routines (no power makes that pretty easy) and got to work on clean up with a sense of comradery and purpose I had not experienced before. It turned out to be an incredibly sweet day and experience despite the seeming chaos and devastation and it still fascinates me that within this random weather twist there was a huge perspective shift for all….grateful for the simple reminder that we really are all in this together and appreciate the magic and convenience of electricity in a way you only can after you lose it for awhile.
I wish a speedy recovery to all! Be thankful you all had each other!
Chele, how true it all is. I never experienced anything like that and really feel like I lost a couple years from my life. Mark is away and Luca, Chocolatte (our dog) and I hunkered down together and I thought for sure my house was going to fly through the air. I am experiencing lots of different things living here in California and hoping they all make me stronger and dance longer!