I walk by dying dandelions every day. So common. Gone in a breath.

But when I take time to look, it's a magic moment. A lit sparkler. A wizard’s wand. A glowing crown of thorns. A halo.

Do I believe that I’ve been created to bring life, to be beautiful and broken at the same time? I’ve wasted too much time crawling around like a worm when I was transformed to fly—even broken. The “Lie Guy” tells me it’s too late to start flying now.

Bill and I experienced our first wildfire in November. We never dreamed it would be on our property.