The Fire

I think that we could save a lot on therapy bills if we just were able to build and watch a fire everyday. Fires are the coolest (well, that doesn't seem right) make that most calming things to watch and sit by.

When we were in Utah, the next to last day it snowed. Then when we got up in the morning, it was 28 degrees outside and 48 degrees in the cabin. So, you can see why we were making fires.

I got pretty sad one day, watching the fire, and thinking, "That used to be a tree that had a life and a purpose. Now it is just a piece of itself. Pretty soon, it will be nothing but ash." I was being deep, melancholy and poetic. When I said it out loud, my brother, David, said that he thinks of the trees as fulfilling their purpose and giving us back the energy and light that they received from the sun.

The next day, my dad put his two cents in (I'm pretty sure he had gone to bed before we started our fire conversations from the night before). He said, "What if the trees remember the faces of the people and animals that have passed before them and then show us their memories in the flames they put out."

Whoa, dad wins the fire philosophy game!