I stood around a roaring fire last night with a group of friends and family . . . some of us are connected by blood, all of us are connected by spirit. I watched in awe as the flames danced in a blue and orange pirouette over the red glowing embers of erstwhile trees. The face of a loved one looks different in the light cast by a fire.
Though the heat and flames of this fire were used to warm cold bodies on a winter's night, and toast marshmallows for a few, it was built for a very specific reason. It was created in reverence and made sacred in beautiful ritual. This would be a refiners' fire.
We all had things to let go of . . . things that perhaps had once served, but no longer did . . . things that weighed us down . . . things that have held us back . . . things that have been painful. One at a time we stepped forward and placed our slips of paper in the fire, each slip representing something we were ready to release. Each slip epitomized freedom as it was consumed in the blaze. The curling smoke carried away the subjection and ramifications of the thoughts, experiences, beliefs and attachments we discharged in the fire.
With lightened hearts, we then stepped up to the fire again, this time declaring our intentions of creation. We put our hearts, dreams and aspirations into the fire and proclaimed our vision. Surrounded by the love, support and gratitude of others, we refined our spirits in the conflagration. It was a beautiful renewal, and it is a brand new day.
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