This is what it feels like when the news is your news.
This past week was my first realization of what community can mean and what is non-flammable. The disparate ecologies of my life seemed to converge in a kind of love and humanity I wish for the world—
a bone deep kind of caring that opened me to a new definition of community.
I am so touched by the calls and texts from every zip, area and country code.
By the people I haven’t spoken to in years concerned about my children, whom they have never met.
By this shared reminder of our humanity.
My heart aches for our friends and those in our school communities who have lost so much. And I feel the missing-ness for a part of our life—the places we drop off for basketball practice, for play dates, for Sunday dinners with friend families, for hikes, for trick-or-treating, for groceries. And I noticed that as my heart’s aperture has opened, so has my perspective—a painful iOS update for the soul.
I’m not a fan of the algorithm these days (as evidenced by my mostly quiet feed) and the disease of confirmation bias it spreads, but this week #PalisadesFire taught me things:
I love this city where my family came into being with
@chrisovitz
Where I met my co-founder and started
@seed
Where friends and community have coalesced.
Where creativity happens that moves culture and shapes our world.
To our community that is hurting, I am here.
To our
@seed Members reaching out and in need, we are here.
To our frontline responders and firefighters from near and far who have come to help, thank you in a way that no thank you’s will ever suffice.
To the humans at
@Baby2Baby ,
@wckitchen ,
@bobbie and
@wearfigs , and others who have mobilized, thank you.
And to LA, the 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 will undoubtedly become our cinder blocks of healing, rebuilding, and resilience. 🌱