Drama in the woods tonight.
Miks house burnt down. There was some malfunction in the woodstove. Everything is gone.
Eagle nest is gone.
All of his clothes, his winter pantry, all of his tools. He woke up in the middle of the night and ran, climbed down the cliff. Everything went up in the flames. Like a torch. High on the mountain.
Today everybody gathered in our house. It was a quiet day. The kids were running around, I made a pie. He´s in chock, obviously.
We are a small community out here but today I realized something extremely important.
We are each others insurance.
He has nothing now. So we all give what we can. Clothes, shoes, blankets, tools, a bed to sleep in. We will get him through this. This has become priority number one. We will build him a new house. Whatever he needs.
We may not have a great grand community. Mostly it´s just Mik, O and M, a single mother and her wonderful child, the occasional stranger retreating in our houses, those that come and those that go. But that´s enough really… when you can count on each other.
For all of you who have come to visit us over the years: please send your love, thoughts and support to Mik now. He needs it.
I can´t help but think how fragile life is. How much we need eachother. How basic it really is.
Sitting. In chock.
“Here. Take a kitten. It helps”.
It did help.
And the thanks-giving pie.