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Last week, my friends Kim and Howard Schiffer lost their house to the fire in Santa Barbara.

The house burned to nothing.

Love blossomed in its place.

What Kim and Howard are making out of this fire is so glorious to watch, I weep as I write this.

The first thing Kim felt when she heard the house was gone was gratitude. Standing with one daughter and her husband by her side, she felt such gratitude for their safety and for the buoying love of friends.

Sifting through the wreckage of the house days later, a burly fireman approached Kim and started sobbing, telling her how hard they had tried to save the house.

He and Kim held each other and cried.

If you’ve ever lost things to a disaster or accident, you know it’s not about the stuff, it’s about memories made tangible:

the plaster handprint your child made in kindergarten,

the picture of your father right before he died smiling at the camera with an impish grin of gratitude,

the dusty teapot from your honeymoon in Ireland.

Or as Peggy, Kim’s friend said in an email,

It’s reliving every meal and tummy full. The flavors that linger from the countless meals prepared with loving hands, like wings extending from the heart, beating bright and passionate as a hummingbird’s, intent on feeding hungry, appreciative mouths.

All we really want in life is to love and to be loved — that’s what true comfort helps us do.

When we know how to truly comfort ourselves, we become more who we really are and more able to love full tilt, without holding back, even in the face of the crushing losses that inevitably come our way.

Every time we face a transition, we are offered another chance to lean back on our love for ourselves so that we can meet what has come to us with love.

I see in Howard and Kim the evolution so many of us are living, the evolution from closing to opening, from victim to creator, from woulda, coulda, shoulda to open-hearted acceptance of what is.

I see Kim and Howard living with curiosity and gratitude, allowing this misfortune to move them more deeply into trusting they really are okay no matter what.

Not that Kim and Howard aren’t grieving. Howard is the founder and president of Vitamin Angels. Kim is renowned chef, teacher, and caterer and hugely in demand. (She grabbed 12 quarts of duck stock when they evacuated!) It’s going to be very difficult to do their lives — with three kids — and rebuild.

And they will love their way through it.

I am so grateful for their inspiration to love my way through my fear, through loss, until… until forever.

I love you Howard and Kim, Austin, Zoe and Eli.

The Luscious, Nurturing Get Your Writing Done While Laughing Your Butt Off and Maybe Crying a little Too Writer’s Retreat

We’ve had two women drop out, one due to illness (heal well Anna) and a new job (congrats Susan).

It’s the most amazing group of women gathering and we’ll make writing collages and do wacky brain training and a Taos studio art tour and write write write.

For writers of all genres and levels.

Get the details here and sign up.

Comfort Wishes

I wish you the courage to pull up your anchor
to assent to let the waves toss you, even to let them dent
and crack your
beautiful life boat.
Risk the scratches and cracks, even risk the
moment you’re convinced you will be swept away
forever.
Grasp your prayer beads
made of tears,
hold the hands of those who have suffered, too,
wail loudly
and all the while
accept the invitation.