After the supervisor and I were finished napping I took care of some very old files. Some stuff of old that brought me pensive. Papers as far back as 2002. Old thoughts from back then and feeling sad for Reya. I miss him too. They both brought comfort. So my bon fire was purging for me on more than one level. I am that kid with a stick for hours in the camp fire. Militant pyro, there is never room for more than one fire tender. Made sure Ginger didn't get hot, had the hose handy but knew this was unnecessary as it had just finished pouring. Let her rip.
Not letting a perfectly good burn go to waste, we gathered up some soggy chairs and a soaked table and stuck a couple of ready made fireplace logs in the pit.
between the fire and the rain, sad reya. it goes up in smoke or flows to the river. all to the same source - the allness of everything. steven
ReplyDeleteNice photos of the fireplace, a little sad...one foot in front of the other huh?
ReplyDeleteI love sitting in front of a fire. It's the militant pyro in me.
ReplyDeletethere is something soothing about sitting around the fire with friends, staring into the orange coals...
ReplyDeleteI love fire ...
ReplyDeletefire is so good for so many things ... it's pretty to look at and warms not only our freezing little bodies but also the soul and the heart :)
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