Tag / Liz Gilbert

I was totally unprepared. The devastation stretched as far as I could see.

Over 262 square MILES of the most glorious terrain I have ever been blessed to love…destroyed.

Utter ashen moonscape.

I wept, silent tears speaking words I could not say.

I weep still as I write this.

I live in North Central Washington in a wildly remote and beautiful land which has been brought to its knees by the greatest fires our state has ever seen.

Mother nature is powerful, yes, and there IS life beneath the soil, but this space we love, the Kettle Range, will not recover in my lifetime, or my children’s.

I ache to do justice to the beauty that now lives only in our hearts, so the stories can be passed to future generations. That one day, they will find themselves breathless with wonder on the mountaintop with the panorama of vibrant life bursting forth around them.

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