We lit some brush on fire that's been piling up, along with burning some old documents of years gone by, and I decided to write down all of the things that feel the heaviest on my heart as of late and released it all to the fire. May the feelings of the need to worry/fret/fix everydamnthing right this minute go up in smoke and be replaced with thoughts of loving kindness and patience.
Fires (controlled ones done safely, that is) fascinate me and calm me. I love the different colors, flame shapes, the sound of the flames growing, the popping and crackling of the wood, the warmth, and the smell. Seeing some of the papers that escaped the flames get caught up in the wind of the fire and danced their way back down to the ground (in what appeared to be perfect rhythm with the jams we were listening to) was neat. Watching the land as it heals and regrows in the burn spots is pretty cool, too, although I also feel the pain of the burn each time I look at it.
Sitting alone with a small fire in the fire pit thingy until it's completely extinguished is one of my favorite meditative things to do when we aren't doing brush or bonfires. It creates time and necessity to be fully aware, very present, and still for a while. I could benefit from some more of that.
