Before we moved to Malibu several years ago, I wondered why people would live in such a place of fires, mud slides and insecurity. Last week, staring at the rubble of ashes that was once our beautiful home on Malibu Road, my determination to re-build as quickly as possible answered that query. Of course, we will re-build in that exact location. In all my life I have never felt more connected to a spot as well as to the people of our community.
Strangely, it’s not the lost home that makes me cry; it’s the kindness and compassion of the residents and business owners of this exquisite community that brings tears to my eyes.
Bill at Malibu Kitchens wouldn’t let us pay for our lunch, same at Nobu. James Perse sent T-shirts and sweat pants; Planet Blue sent robes, ‘My Blankees,’ a long-burning candle and my favorite lipstick. Jane Seymour brought salads when we were sifting through the rubble in the rain. Maria Brown and Roger brought coffee and muffins. Julie Carmen brought us new yoga clothes. Linda and David Shaheen gave us their house, their house, for two months while we reassemble our lives. I mean, how do you thank someone for that? Cards, letters and hugs have been abundant, the fire chief mouthing, “I’m sorry” as we drove off from our first look. The firemen of Malibu care deeply, and ultimately Malibu Road was saved due to their efforts. All these things and more filled both my husband and me with a sense of comfort and connectedness. There were many more acts of kindness and compassion too numerous to mention.
Thank you to all you beautiful people of Malibu. Thank you for reaching out and caring. Thank you, Malibu, for being the most beautiful spot on earth to live. I am filled with gratitude for the privilege of sharing it with you.
Suzanne Somers