Simmering around the edges, I am reminded often of the fire in my belly that wants to dominate this season of my life. Jan Richardson’s post spoke to me this morning as she wrote of the path where our humanity and the divine meet in fullness. New decisions face me daily which is very exciting…and a little scary ☺.The image of fire burns like a slow ember at times and then it seems to burst into full flame. This happened to me this morning as I was pondering the path of which Richardson speaks. It came in the reading of one of my favorite bloggers, Barbara at Barefoot toward the Light. I hope you will check out both of these posts, but for now I share my fire with you.
There is nothing to be found,
even if I search.
There is nothing to do but
to warm myself on my own.
There is nothing to do
but to burn my own body
and light the place around me.
even if I search.
There is nothing to do but
to warm myself on my own.
There is nothing to do
but to burn my own body
and light the place around me.
--Jukichi Yagi (1898-1927)
So, what lights your fire? Do you consider where your path is leading? Have you claimed an intention for the year? The season? The day? Whatever it is, I hope you will feel the warmth of your own light. If that’s not possible right now, I hope you will warm yourself here. ☺
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Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Burn on brightly, sweet Tyger Lucy!
thankyou dear lucy
for offering a space where i can sit and warm my soul
thoughtful post, Lucy. I'm not sure where I'm heading with 'things' yet I do feel a tug to get things in order, expand, trust, delve deeper...
Lucy - beautiful quote, I'm on my way to see "Barefoot's" post!
The creativity, the sharing, the work - all lighting my fire these days. My path is leading forward for a long view. Intention for the year, for the season - yes to both of those. The individual days - they've been hard to claim this week as coming back from a warm holiday, putting my feet into shoes and socks has been about the most difficult thing I've had to do. A piece of art is warming up on my easel and work table. I kind feel my warmth growing inside. And, yes, thank you, I often warm myself here with Lucy's Fire!!!
xoxo
barbara--oooo, tyger lucy. i think i like that!!! thank you.
kel--so nice to have you here.
hgf--beautiful "tugs" you have going there!
SS--i know (at least i think i know) that you are speaking of the grace of having little more to worry about than putting on socks and shoes, however, i imagine that in itself could be a jolt to the system...it sounds so much more confining than walking barefoot on the beach...glad your path is leading toward the long view and places in between! fire up that easel, baby!!!
Amazing poem, thanks!
painter of blue--thank you! welcome to diamonds!!
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