Sometimes, we have to go down in
flames to feel the burn, to know the
fire, to be the ash, and then come back
to life in the smoke that rises.
~Stacie Martin
What is it about the magic of fire that
touches the soul? It so moves me . . .
I was lucky enough to grow up with
a fireplace as daddy was a mason. He
built one for me in Mexico as well.
When I was upset, ill, or spent, fire
was the all time remedy.
The adages that fire has inspired . . .
fire in her eyes, fire in his soul,
a fire in the hearts of man, a baptism
of fire, fire and brimstone, fire away!
What is it about fire that it bleeds
into the very essence of language?
Me thinks it has something to do
with the power of fire. It wends its
way from the burning fields into the
very heart of the matter . . . all that
which matters to us, that calls to us.
I too have been much moved by fire.
I have been on fire for teaching. Fire
runs through my veins, hot to the touch
for those that I love. I feel the fire in my
heart should anyone touch my children.
I honor fire, its meanings, its ferocity;
I raise my glass in absolute awe . . .
let fire touch your soul
may its love burn ardently
leaving sacred paths
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