Dawn at the Hayfork Fire Camp
It is pitch black in Fire Camp and I am awake at 0415 a.m. All is silent; the firefighters sleep just as they were doing five hours ago when finally I lay my head upon the ground. In this space I can connect with the sacred, slowly and intentionally I am able to sense my place as just a single note upon a magical sheet of divine music.
Up early I sacrifice an extra hour of sleep but I am also able to focus on the powers that transcend the effort I am involved in. My mind is able to reconnect with compassion, insights well up and I am comforted: energized even.
When urgency for the mission at hand overwhelms my ability to connect it is critical that I find the time to seek the Goddess, sit with her in the darkness and refill my spiritual cup. It is not so much that the experience is profound; it simply returns me to a place where my actions and reactions are based upon my core values.
There are more than a thousand firefighters here, if I am to do my part in assuring their safe return to their families it is incumbent upon me to bring the best that I am to the table. It is the compassion that my morning time with the Goddess manifests that fuels my passion for service and ability focus.
Time for me to go, the fire camp stirs, soon the sun will rise and a multitude to tasks will distract me, yet she will be with me, ever my guide along this journey.
My daily practice is brief, yet critical to compassion based service to humanity!
In Her Service, from the fire line,