Monday, September 24, 2012

Forgotten Magic of Fire

Spirits of Fire come to us, we will kindle the fire. 
Spirits of Fire come to us, we will kindle the fire. 
We will kindle the fire, dance the Magic Circle round. 
We will kindle the fire. We will kindle the fire...

~ Fire Summoning chant (listen to it here)

My greatest joy this past summer has been sitting out on my patio, enjoying the sights and sounds of nature with my two cats. I read, the cats roll and sniff and explore, I water my flowers and refill the birdbath, we watch the birds... peaceful bliss... Even at night I sit out there, a camp light to read by, listening to the crickets chirp... But the nights are getting chillier...

So the other night I twisted up some newspaper and collected twigs and chose larger sticks and logs from our tree-trimming woodpile, and layered them like a little tipi in the firebowl and... I made a fire. And it was glorious.

It's not the first fire we've had in our firebowl this year, nor was it the first fire I've ever tended. But it was the first fire that I've completely started and tended all by myself in a long, long time. 

Such a long time that I realized I'd completely forgotten the magic of fire; its warmth, its energy, its transformative quality. Fire is not one of the elements I have a very strong connection with, so it was wonderful to reconnect with its magic once again. 

1 comment:

Dori said...

What a wonderful idea. Thanks for sharing this special time.