I exist in bliss, a sweet reverie of time as it seems to pause now--just for us.
An enchanted kiss of synchronicity--a glitch in exestential existence--reminds me of everyday magic. And then the old, familiar pain.
Is it perpetual sadness, or is it a sacred recognition and deep understanding of the human condition?
I love the leaves that fall outside my window as heavy rain drops drag them down.
They were one of a kind this year. It pains me to see them drown.
I hurt to love the space we shared once. It will never be that way again.
All things go away in the end.
Goodbye leaves. Goodbye friends.
You and I are a bit like this. We come into being at the exact same moment; our experience together is unique like time's fingerprint. The duration seems inadequate. I'd rather spend eternity with you. It hurts to think of an end.
Aching, loving heart for the world.
I see, hear, feel, touch, and taste all things.
Sensory overload with the way of it all.
Learning to savor experience, by understanding what pains me so.
Existing as I am. Yes, that is enough. Surrender to the flow.
I have started many fires. Camp, grease, fireplace, bon, etc. In this instance, I am referring to lighting a romantic and cozy fire in your home fireplace.
In the cold, winter month always have wood on hand. Chopping wood is the second funnest way to alleviate stress. I'd advise chopping on or near your moon cycle. It's a good way to let frustrations go.
Okay, here it goes. First, let me advise you... if the man of of the house is present, consider letting him light the fire--it's something they like to do. If you feel as though this is your project however, speak your mind. "I've got it, dude!" Here are the steps.
1. Start simmering clove and cinnamon sticks in about two cups of water on your stove.
2. Find all those pesky weekly ads for groceries you'll never buy anyway. You might have to check your recycling bin for last week's. If you can't find newspaper, burn your kids' notes home from school. They make an excellent substitution. Any thin paper will do. Loosely scrunch it up and place in the middle of the wood stove.
3. Fall in love with a carpenter. He has wood. Lots of dry, quick burning wood scraps. If this isn't feasible, and I've resorted to this myself, you're going to need to split some kindling. You can use an axe for this, or you can go out woodland creature style and gather dry twigs from the ground. I've done both. You just need slivers of wood to catch fire quickly. Make a 'teepee' formation around your loosely crumbled newspaper.
4. Check your flu. Is it open? Good. Okay, now go check your clove and cinnamon concoction. It's probably done. Pour the hot goodness into a mug and add bourbon, honey, and lemon. Take a sip. Take a breath.
5. Find your favorite lighter, and begin lighting the newspaper in several areas. The kindling should catch fire quickly. Start adding small chunks of wood carefully one at a time. Woman make fire. You are powerful beyond measure.
6. When you've got the fire blazing, add a big chunk of wood, sip your tottie and do whatever it is your heart desires.