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April 2025

March 2025

About Senior Solutions
03/28/2025

Building a Bridge With Journey House, A Home Base for Former Foster Youth
03/28/2025

Come for the Knitting, Stay for the Conversation... and the Cookies
03/28/2025

Creating Safe and Smart Spaces with Home Technology
03/28/2025

Finding Joy in My Role on The Pasadena Village Board
03/28/2025

I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up!
03/28/2025

Managing Anxiety
03/28/2025

Message from Our President: Keeping Pasadena Village Strong Together
03/28/2025

My Favorite Easter Gift
03/28/2025

The Hidden History of Black Women in WWII
03/28/2025

Urinary Tract Infection – Watch Out!
03/28/2025

Volunteer Coordinator and Blade-Runner
03/28/2025

Continuing Commitment to Combating Racism
03/26/2025

Goodbye and Keep Cold by Robert Frost
03/13/2025

What The Living Do by Marie Howe
03/13/2025

Racism is Not Genetic
03/11/2025

Bill Gould, The First
03/07/2025

THIS IS A CHAPTER, NOT MY WHOLE STORY
03/07/2025

Dramatic Flair: Villagers Share their Digital Art
03/03/2025

Empowering Senior LGBTQ+ Caregivers
03/03/2025

A Life Never Anticipated
03/02/2025

Eaton Fire Changes Life
03/02/2025

February 2025

Commemorating Black History Month 2025
02/28/2025

Transportation at the Pasadena Village
02/28/2025

A Look at Proposition 19
02/27/2025

Behind the Scenes: Understanding the Pasadena Village Board and Its Role
02/27/2025

Beyond and Within the Village: The Power of One
02/27/2025

Celebrating Black Voices
02/27/2025

Creatively Supporting Our Village Community
02/27/2025

Decluttering: More Than The Name Implies
02/27/2025

Hidden Gems of Forest Lawn Museum
02/27/2025

LA River Walk
02/27/2025

Message from the President
02/27/2025

Phoenix Rising
02/27/2025

1619 Conversations with West African Art
02/25/2025

The Party Line
02/24/2025

Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
02/17/2025

Dreams by Langston Hughes
02/17/2025

Haiku - Four by Fritzie
02/17/2025

Haikus - Nine by Virginia
02/17/2025

Wind and Fire
02/17/2025

Partnerships Amplify Relief Efforts
02/07/2025

Another Community Giving Back
02/05/2025

Diary of Disaster Response
02/05/2025

Eaton Fire: A Community United in Loss and Recovery
02/05/2025

Healing Powers of Creative Energy
02/05/2025

Living the Mission
02/05/2025

Message from the President: Honoring Black History Month
02/05/2025

Surviving and Thriving: Elder Health Considerations After the Fires
02/05/2025

Treasure Hunting in The Ashes
02/05/2025

Villager's Stories
02/05/2025

A Beginning of Healing
02/03/2025

Hectic Evacuation From Eaton Canyon Fire
02/02/2025

Hurricanes and Fires are Different Monsters
02/02/2025

January 2025

A Beginning of Healing

By Bridget Brewster
Posted: 02/03/2025
Tags: la fires

 

I’ve learned a lesson or two in this thing we’re calling the Eaton Canyon Fire Disaster: what not to say to someone in the very first few days after a disaster, what not to expect from those who are going through unbelievable loss.  And I’m learning, ever so slowly, how to respond to the many, many people who want to help.

Many of my friends could feel my pain, but felt helpless in knowing what to do. Once I could begin to think (that may be a bit of exaggeration), I knew exactly how they could help me in a very tangible and immediate way.  Then I responded to their offers of help.

Don’t get too excited because it may seem truly trivial in light of having lost everything I owned and held dear.  Among the personal losses . . . wait for it . . . earrings!  That’s right, clip-on earrings.  I had a collection to rival any retail store . . . almost every pair given to be by friends over decades.  What better way to recover this piece of my life than to ask new friends I’ve met since moving to California 11 years ago to gift me earrings?  

The fun began!  Each woman went searching through her personal collection, vintage shops, local artisans and even neighbors and family members.  We all realized this was a fun way to help me heal, and it gave all of us a chance to share stories over lunch and wine about where the earrings came from while at the same time, giving me space to cry and laugh  . . . to heal just a tiny bit.

I’m now in possession of a vast collection of earrings (not to mention necklaces, bracelets and scarves) selected and given by dear friends.  This is my deeply personal way of beginning to heal . . . a seemingly trivial step that I could not have imagined would have been so significant.  I will treasure these gifts for as long as I have them.

 

*To See More Experiences With The Fire, Click on #LAFires

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