Rule #6: Nothing random allowed. No exceptions. I really mean it this time.
I have only stayed at so many rented cabins in my lifetime. This relatively small number compared to the frequency they burn down is confounding.
I have frequented a slice of heaven in the upper peninsula of Michigan on many occasions. Last spring when my family planned a return trip to the mouth of the Two-Hearted River, it burned down in a ferocious fire one month prior to our planned trip. In the summer of 2011 this same extended family of mine stayed at a beautiful mountaintop lodge in Tennessee, which burned down today.
In this same span of time, a house in Detroit burned to the ground. This is the same house that members of this extended family grew up in.
Either I am the relative of a pyromaniac that runs around burning places they've spent time in, or there is a very strange, very hot energy associated with the places my extended family visits and/or lives.
This is not the universe trying to tell us something, I'm sure. But I'm also sure that the events are not random. The string of seemingly unrelated yet related incidents raise more questions than it does offer answers. Maybe we haven't asked the right questions yet. Maybe that's always the problem. Maybe there are great questions that never get asked.
You can't blame my Jazz Hands deployments. Although they do seem to set the world on fire, metaphorically, in the 'royal' Jazz Hands way, the Two Hearted river fire happened way before my involvement with the hand jazzing ever got underway, therefor I am exonerated.
This family of mine, they must be careful of what they do and where they visit. Destruction is sure to follow in their wake. The good news is that destruction is commonly accompanied with creation, which we've covered extensively in these here blogs.
Today's Jazz Hands are on fire. Unfortunately, so is Tennessee.
Day seventy-seven complete.
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