Sometimes the winds come and without warning, extinguish our fire.
Our fire was built long ago.
We gathered the wood throughout many lifetimes.
Our parents provided the spark and BAM!
We became alight…alive!
We may have gathered the best wood, nice and dry, or maybe it’s a bit green. Maybe we gathered just a little bit of wood, or maybe a whole forest.
Sometimes even the strongest fire cannot survive the strongest storms. It happens. Sometimes, the weakest fire, just barely alight, can continue on and on for a very long time.
Circumstances…. Sometimes our fires endure many storms, sometimes they endure few. Sometimes our fires end oh so early, sometimes they burn and burn and burn.
Let our fires be our lamps upon ourselves and take good care.
This post is dedicated in the honor of relative who recently passed away. She was proud of her Native American heritage. For you Bunnie.
The photos used in this post are not mine.