When I fell off the back porch of my vacation rental in Bermaggie, the crack of my ankle was so loud that everyone’s head slammed into me.
I saw them circling towards me as if in slow motion, and I remember hovering above the agony of that moment, the generator pumping emergency water to the house. They could hear the noise of the fire trucks, the fire engines roaring past, and the wildfires rushing toward us, surprised that we could do it despite the dark wind blowing ahead. I got it that?
It was early morning on New Year’s Eve 2019, and the sun wasn’t in the sky yet. It took me quite some time to realize that I had indeed fully ascended. The sky was so thick with black smoke that it looked like midnight.