A reflection on sitting in front of the fire.
Somewhere back there 17 years ago or so we decided to heat our house with wood only.
Somewhere back there when Dad walked on I started to take pictures of the morning fire and write.
A ritual came into being.
Right now, if I was to pin this ritual to a lofty thought, it would be this one by Aldo Leopold:
"There are two spiritual dangers in not owning a farm. One is the danger of supposing that breakfast comes from the grocery, and the other that heat comes from the furnace."
When I logged trees turned into numbers, cords to cash.
I was a kid saving money for my future. Making my way in the world.
Everybody was happy for me except me.
I never said thank you to those trees for what they gave me.
In front of this fire I don't have to say thank you.
The process grants grace.
For that miracle I am thankful. 🙏
Fire 164
3.16.25
