Wednesday, May 2, 2012

fire

rise up o flame
i love having a fire. there is something so magical about the flickering flames, the scent that seeps into your clothes and hair, and then my favorite part - prodding and poking it with a stick. i also love burning bits of paper with fears or wishes written. last month we had a fire in which i burned some of colden's old broken (irreparable) wooden toys and baskets, thanking them for their service. this time we burned the scraps from the building of our new hen house and the pieces of old coop. there's something so wonderful and cleansing in these fires. i hope to have many more this season.

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