I pulled a prayer card from my Doreen Virtue Mother Mary card deck. The answer was to pray and wait for an answer. I thought about how nice it felt to be home, to be in my sweet little furnished room rental. Though visiting friends is great, I miss my space when I’m gone. In spite of the fire being 10 miles away and the mandatory evacuation zone only several blocks away, I felt safe. Then helicopter number one flew overhead. Upon hearing the second chopper I got up for a look-see. It was orange and flying out towards the neighboring hillside: firefighting.
Between being stuck inside due to ash and smoke, as well as the sounds of the firefight, it was too stressful to focus on my work. So I packed a few more things, called my brother in Anaheim and left. I cried on the drive through the surreal scene of smoke covered hills, more plumes of smoke indicating the back burn fires set by the crews, and in Ventura, the fire engines parked along the Seward overpass with firemen standing on top. They were honoring fireman Cory Iverson as his body was transported to the medical examiner’s. In a fast food parking lot off the 126, I watched a small fire come over the top of the hill across the highway and quickly spread. Maybe it was preventative. Maybe not.
As I stood in line to order, a young man asked if I was a teacher. He explained that he was a film student, but was contemplating teaching as a backup plan. Yes I have taught. But as a writer I told him of my regret not jumping in wholeheartedly, no backup plan strategy. He was looking for approval more than advice. Being in a hurry, I quickly agreed to his idea.
I did not catch his name, or know anything else about him. But if you happen to meet him, please tell him this: if you keep your heart open to your life’s calling, the grace of life itself is your backup plan. To paraphrase Annie Dillard, “if you really want something, make yourself an arrow and aim yourself there.”