Southern Oregon this summer has been synomous with 'smoke'. The gift of this to me has been a measureable increase in my appreciation of oxygen, and a sweet lesson before the mirror of detachment. Thinking the wilderness cabin I spend summers in was possibly in immenent danger from a rapidly growing nearby forest fire, I was challenged to conduct an inventory of 'valuables' with which to 'escape'.... and revealing how strong my attachment conditioning yet is. Moment by moment, no matter the circumstance, the Blessing continue.