18 June, 2021: The unexpected 3 hour rain with hail storm began in the mid-afternoon came on the heels of my rain danced prayers and calls for precipitation. The rains stick I purchased in 1996 at the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival served as my percussive instrument as I danced my way around the perimeter of my good friend’s cabin. Had the storm not saturated the ground, I would not have been granted permission to build the small fire that you see in the photo.
I can appreciate the skepticism that comes with the notion that dancing in hopes of eliciting rain can actually work. There are other instances and witnesses that have experienced these rare blessing of acknowledgement from the heavens that our prayers have been heard.
Today, nearly three months since it began, the Dixie Fire still burns. My friend’s cabin was spared, but the shed that stood just 70 feet away was destroyed. My heart aches for those who were not as fortunate. I remain in awe of the firefighting crews that continue to battle the seemingly never ending fires of increasing intensity. Let their prayers also be heard and may their fire angels be vigilant. And so it will be.
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