An Open Fire: Healing from Within
Article ID: 16056
Age Group: Adult
Days Up: 39
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Author: Three One Moon
Posted: October 14th. 2017
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The air feels cool and crisp this morning as I step through the rear door of my home. From my left, the sun is beginning to crest above the horizon, offering its rays of light through the eastern tree line. I look upwards; the sky above is transitioning from a darkened blue, barely a cloud within sight. The weather forecaster tells me storms are blowing in from the western horizon, but not until the evening hours. No signs of the thunder yet, still a distance away. I walk down a few strides and step upon the soil. Pausing a moment, I close my eyes while enjoying a few deep breaths of fresh country air. Other than occasional squirrel chatter the forest seems quiet. Somewhere within the western tree line I hear the rhythmic tune of a woodpecker. The sounds are soothing to my soul. I open my eyes. I feel fortunate this day, and aloud I say, blessed be
one last look around
as I walk towards this fire ring, I say aloud, on this blessed day.
Other than a few weeds that had grown within this fire ring, all looked about the same as the day I had formed it. How many cycles of the moon has it been, how many cycles of seasons? Pondering for a moment, I kneel down facing the southern direction and start to prepare the fires bed within this circle of stones. Grandmother bless, I say aloud. The stones, now blackened by previous fires, seem to need little adjustment. Possibly a reason will present itself, possibly a meaning, for now just a special fire for a special day. I move quickly and before long I had formed a teepee of sticks and branches with a small pile outside of the reach of the anticipated flame. Much rain had fallen as of late. I am hopeful the flame will ignite with one match, but I am not sure. The sun, offering her warmth, will be rising above the tree line soon. I have a lot to burn and most of the day to do it.
Behind me just off the gravel lays an oak that had fallen this past winter season. I am grateful to her kin for the warmth they provided until the electricity was turned back on. Again I am feeling fortunate. It had been a rather large tree when it had fallen, with more than enough branches to burn for a couple of days. There are some thicker pieces as well for the winter season that has yet to become. The lower half I had cut into lengths for the neighbor. He is the only one that runs a plow back here. I am thankful to be able to give something in return. After a few trips I have a large pile of full branches, nothing larger than what I can break into lengths with my hands and a foot or two. The sun shines through the eastern trees. Soon I think, as I sit next to a small table I had placed on the northern side of the ring. I am not as young as I used to be.
Potentially, this could truly be a beautiful flame. I look upon the circular arrangements of sticks and branches as they stretch towards the sky above from within, this circle of stones ... branches upon branches
I remember a pile of bark up yonder under the leaves
oak, maple, some cedar
they could be burned
the smoke would be a nice offering for the sky above
I chuckle to myself as a thought enters my mind
I could ring a bell
all aboard! I could say
any spirits want to hitch a ride, feel free to do so I could say
Yep, I have no bell today
sitteth here I with judgments nigh, I say aloud
I look towards the large pile of ivy and hemlock to my right
still to green to burn
just as well
possibly it was the hemlock that offered me her kiss as I cut into the plants roots. I feel bad about taking any life today, even that of a bush. More than likely I would have let them be if it was not for the puppy that I have been blessed to care for.
Leaning forward, now cupping a box of fire ring matches within my hands, my eyes close themselves. The forest seems silent. Even woodpeckers need to rest once in awhile, I am thinking. From in front of me and to my right I hear the cry of a crow. I quickly open my eyes and look towards the southwest. Even though I am unable to see the bird, I view it as a good sign.
Slowly I stand from my chair and start the 4 or 5 steps it will take to reach this circle of stones. Behind me and to the left I hear the second cry of a crow
no need to turn and look
I am certain it is not the first storm the bird has flown through
safe journey, I say to myself ... safe journey.
On bended knee facing the southern direction, I slowly open the box and remove one match. Fire shows no prejudice, it does not discriminate ... its truth, undeniable. Seemingly void of reason and feeling, once lit, the fire can never become unlit. Fire feels no love
aloud I say the words, fire feels hatred nigh, neither musteth . I strike the match
as the tinder bundle struggles to ignite I say aloud, goddesses bless ... the flame catches hold
trickles of smoke starts to rise through the inclined oak
the crackle of drying wood fills the silence of the forest
a beautiful flame indeed
a truthful story indeed.
Pausing a moment from the story, the remainder of the day consisted of breaking apart the branches and feeding the fire. I burned much bark along with an additional stack of branches. It was just a beautiful pristine day with pleasant thoughts the whole day through. The bark created thick plumes of smoke that I witnessed rise into the clouds above, blow to the east and to the west. The smoke seemingly reached out and touched the 4 Corners. About mid afternoon is when I watched the fire burn out. Returning to the story
I was surprised when I saw the rays of sun shining through the kitchen window. As I looked out the window all that remained was a fresh bed of charred embers. The stones remained unchanged. In a few hours the storms will roll through offering their cleansing tears. Thank you for your blessing, Grandmother, I say aloud. Thank you for your blessings Goddesses I say aloud. Blessed Be, I say aloud.
with loving memories, two moon, lenape nation, in spirit shall we meet
con recuerdos amorosos
with loving memories
what has been done is done, done is done, time for all lets have fun -
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