“The sky is falling.”
Someone wrote in my FB feed.
“No.” I replied.
“The air is filled with smoke, ashes are falling from the sky, animals and humans alike are running to escape the over 20,000 acres of fire. But the sky is not falling.”
On Monday morning we woke to a sky filled with smoke.
By 10am, the Tubbs fire had burned over 20K acres, much of that residential area.
Four days later, many people in the region, after learning of those who had to evacuate without notice, have put together an emergency evacuation bag. It has put many of us in a very tangible conversation about the things that we surround ourselves with, and what we can and can’t live without.
The sky is falling is a term from, "Chicken Licken", a folk tale about a chicken who believes the world is coming to an end. The phrase "The sky is falling!" has been passed through as an idiom indicating a hysterical or mistaken belief that disaster is imminent.
Even in the midst of disaster, we have an opportunity to grab the reins of the story. Will we run around as if our heads have been chopped off screaming about the fear of the unknown?
Or will we channel that same energy and invite love into the room with every action we take when we care for each other…
We understand more than ever the power of the collective imagination.
And that as storytellers (and we are all storytellers), we are the ones organizing the structure that brings context. meaning, and perspective to our reality.
So stories that state that end of the world is here are dangerous stories.
They don’t provide a vision for what is to come after the conflict. And with no vision to feed our collective imagination to feast upon...
Why go our of our way to help each other, to rebuild, and reconstruct?
My Facebook feed is a 4:1 ratio right now. For every person who has shared they have been evacuated or lost their homes, there are 4 more people stepping up to give what they have to give to serve this crisis: time, energy, money, healing services, driving food and clothing into the area.
If I were to tell you a story about what is happening in the wake of these fires, it would involve loss, trauma, death, and grief. It would involve a very upset and vocal screech owl who has moved into our woods since the fire. And it would involve a tale about a community that has been aware of the changing times we are in, has been preparing for over 2 decades, and has the skills to meet the moment.
This is a rich and complex story we are in. And it’s only just begun.
As always...a bit more information than is reasonable...
lucky for us we are living in unreasonable times.
And WOW! Images by Cyril Rolando