Some ideas linger at the edge of awareness until circumstances drag them into the foreground. A distant column of smoke on the horizon. A phone call in the middle of the evening. A conversation that suddenly turns reflective. Certain realities have a way of interrupting our routines and reminding us of things we spend most of our lives trying not to think about. Fire is one of them. Death is another.
Tag: fire
Trees aren’t afraid of the fire. Some live to a thousand years before they’re ready to fall over, or spontaneously combust, having long observed their heritage and extended family growing up all around them…
I was thinking the other day, while hiking around the smoky woods, how it’s a shame there are so many more fires these days, seemingly. Talking to my dad this morning, he reflected some of the same notions.
Be willing to be with one who fans the fire, quickens the pulse, summons the spirit, focuses the love, cultivates the heart, and defends solace…
Within us, a quiet war rages — a battle between the stories we’ve inherited and the truths waiting to be discovered. But just as life renews itself after a forest fire, healing emerges from the ashes of shame and self-doubt. In every place we feel broken lies a seed of resilience, ready to grow into something stronger and more authentic.