Fire. The beautiful red, golds, and whites that can hurt or heal. During the winter it is a welcome Christmas card edited by the walls of a chimney. It is the physical manifestation of passion, the surge, the quick start to action. It is communion with those we can not see, the worn trail of thoughts along the straight line of faith. How to live so that it comes unbidden, without the invitation from coffee, but with the invitation of consistency of time, of honoring the time, designating the time to welcome fire.
Friday, March 16, 2007
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