But then there are comforting fires -- sitting around a fire pit, someone brought marshmallows, I spiked my coffee with Jack Daniels, there are people telling stories, and laughter. Everyone eyes the fire.
A fireplace at home, warming the room. You can smell it, so fragrant, so inviting.
When I was in Lapland there were a couple of very cold nights in May, so Jorma made a fire. The walls stayed hot for a long time after, I remember.
Light a match, light a cigarette.
a sacred fire built to heat the stones for a sweat lodge
*A free-write is a type of automatic writing, where you just go with your stream of consciousness non-stop. There's no thought to spelling or grammar, and no editing of words. Supposedly this opens the mind up to greater creativity. They can be 5, 10 or 20 minutes long. Suggestions for freewrites are always welcome. Visit Evie, with whom I freewrite, at the space between colors.