Rising From the Ashes

November 2018

In November 2018, I sought solace in the tranquil horse town of Cornell nestled in the Santa Monica Mountains. After my divorce, I had found refuge on a 5-acre horse property in this picturesque California canyon. Surrounded by sprawling horse operations, my new home was a haven where I could heal. Each day, as a puppy, Clancy and I would take walks along the driveway, greeted warmly by the horses that lined the fences, eager to say hello.

On November 9, 2018, the Woolsey fire ravaged the area. As the flames encroached upon our quiet space, there was no time to pack. Instead, I spent the evening assisting with the evacuation of animals, ensuring their safety amidst the chaos. With only one bag in hand and my loyal companion Clancy by my side, we left to find out the next morning everything was gone.

It was a heartbreaking experience, but amidst the devastation, I found strength and resilience. Although I had lost all material possessions, I was grateful for the time and prospective the space in Cornell had allowed me. This experience taught me the importance of adaptability and the ability to find hope even in the darkest of circumstances.

In the aftermath of the fire, I realized that home is not defined by physical structures but by the relationships we forge and the love we share. That how we spend our time is the most valuable thing we have to consider. The small horse town of Cornell has left an indelible mark on my heart, and the memory of the quiet evenings there will long stay with me.