I wrote this blog post many years ago – in fact I have long since removed it from my blog. But I've recently seen some despairing posts from even my strongest friends, I thought I would rewrite it for the COVID-19 crisis. But, as I reviewed it, it refreshed even my own soul, and I decide to just re-post the original. – Wednesday, 3/25/2020
In the early morning hours of January 20, 2011, the unthinkable happened. My phone rang at 5:30 a.m. I was already up; nonetheless, an early morning phone call is not a good sign. I was in Denver, three hours away from our home in Walsenburg. Caller I.D. showed the call was from Stan. I answered and my heart caught in my throat: he was crying. He could hardly talk. He finally managed to say, “We’ve had a fire.” He provided sketchy details; nothing made sense. I could only grasp a few things: 1:00 a.m., explosion, flames inside, fire department, extensive damage. He was okay, just exhausted. I called my boss, canceled all plans for the day, jumped in the car, and drove into a murky new future.
Sharon Cairns Mann quietly creates space where you are welcomed and respected as a reader. In this blog she writes about the craft of writing, creativity, and self-care. In addition to her extensive writing credits, Sharon is a psychotherapist and certified clinical hypnotherapist (Cht.), with insights into self-care based on her personal experience and clinical practice.