While Lāhainā burned to the ground in utter devastation and so far, thirty-six people lost their lives, everyone is also talking about the largest banyan tree in America, located in the heart of the town.
It was planted in 1873 and turned 150 years old this year. It seems to be badly scorched but it’s too early to predict if it will survive.
Here are my thoughts are on this tragedy…
Memo to Social Media… Nobody wants to hear about how you vacationed on Maui and how your family is so thankful to experience Lāhainā before the fires. Local families and businesses have lost everything. Families can’t even find each other. Instead of posting tone deaf photos of yourselves on the beach, use your vacation money and donate to help Lāhainā.
(To fellow WP bloggers, this is the weirdest thing. Apparently this post did not publish, or it published in a draft format that was not at all what my final result looked like to me, and that’s why I’ve reposted it. Strange limbo zone!!)
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Do you smell the smoke?
It’s a rainy SoCal day and I was in a state of cleaning bliss, dusting and polishing and organizing.
I lit dried sage from the garden to smudge in a metal bowl on top of a mirror on my bedside table to bring a little pungent sagey/outdoorsy fragrance.
It seemed safe, right? Metal bowl placed not directly on wood, but on a mirror to protect it.
Apparently NOT safe.
I continued cleaning the other rooms, enjoying the sagey perfume. After a while, I thought that it seemed to be smoking for much much longer than the amount of leaves in the bowl and as I walked toward my bedroom, I was engulfed in smoke!
A MAJOR smudge haha.
I ran over to the window which was closed ‘cos of the rain, and slid it completely open, then to my beside table where I could see the mirror had cracked and the metal bowl had fused to the wood and was too hot to touch.
The table was literally seconds away from going up in flames!
The smoke was no longer from the sage; the antique and very dry wood was burning.
Oh, and somehow the carpet had a few burn holes too.
Now there’s a nasty burn mark on my mom’s antique bedside table,
It took about an hour for the smoke to dissipate. There’s not a smoke alarm in my bedroom and it hadn’t yet reached the dining room area where there are TWO smoke alarms, so that’s why I was oblivious.
Well, one reason why I was oblivious.
The other reason is that cleaning puts me into a Zen-like trance and I was lost in my own little world.
Moral of the story? DO NOT put sage in a metal bowl on top of a mirror on top of a wooden surface. EVER.
I repainted this room recently, and noticed that it no longer reeks of fresh paint, so there’s a sort of silver lining???
Enchanted Seashells by Princess Rosebud 