Come sit by the Fire

Come, sit by the fire.
Come, sit by the fire.

Come

sit by the Fire.

Your tea is ready .

The stew  is on the hearth.

Come warm yourself

to your hearts desire.

Come my beloved,

my Friend,

 Come sit by the fire.  

You have friends coming over?

Bring them along !

Bring your  fiddle !

 Bring your songs !

Make certain

you have

your dancing

slippers on .

The women  

have the

bannock ready.  

We have the stew

of course some pie.  

We are celebrating life.  

No need to ask “why?”.

Today,

 we are alive

in celebration.  

We stand together.

We laugh.  

We cry.

Come my beloved

Friends,

Sit by the Fire.

The Holy Fire

burns within

for only just so long…

Then it needs

to express Itself in song.

Come my beloved Friends 

Sit by the Fire.

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Tangled branches scratching the hearth ~ Dedicated to you the reader

Tangled branches scratching the hearth

Cutting deeply into the heart.

Promises to go or to stay.

There will be pain either way.

Why this rippling in the pond?

Why had the traveler stayed away  so long?

How can I help them?

How deep is the silence that will not last?

How can the healing come until it is past?

Will the deux machina fall from the sky?

What is the lesson here?

Why do I ask why?

Let go and let God…occurs to me.

It is their path.  

It is their choice.

It is their destiny.

Then the heart speaks again

“This is my family 

I want the pain to end.”

Tangled branches scratching the hearth

Cutting deeply into the heart.

Promises to go or to stay.

There will be pain either way.

(Dedicated to you the reader as you walk through the challenges ~ with compassion from my deepest love)

Under the funnel

A rattlesnake on the Wild Oak Trail
Image via Wikipedia

I am standing

under the funnel

of blessings…

Spirit

is healing,

holding,

 maintaining,

caressing.

Laying in the moonlight

as it wains away

I am filled

with love for service

just for one more day.

I may live my  life moment by moment

…..but I pay my rent by the month…

my dues in service …

and my choices in the consequences.

A woman full of love walked in the forest.

She met a snake who appeared to be dying frozen in the cold.

She lovingly bent down, sheltered the snake in her warm coat.

She carried the snake to the hearth….built a fire.

While warming the milk for her guest…a poisionious snake….she sang a song of love.

With the song on her lips, warm love in her heart, she offered the milk to the snake.

In gratitude, the snake bit her.

“Why, did you do that, after all the love I gave you?” she cried as she was dying.

The snake slithered close to her….crying its snake tears….

“You knew what I was, when you picked me up.”

I may live my  life moment by moment

…..but I pay my rent by the month…

my dues in service …

and my choices in the consequences.

Building the fire

Fireplace
Image via Wikipedia

I know you are

many long days on the trail.

I sense your fatigue

 am building a fire

in the hearth of the cabin.

There are cinnamon buns,

homemade beans

and a large moose casserole

with bannock.

Dried meat, and twice turned salt cod

waiting in the pantry.

Jar and jars of preserves

 precious medicines from nature,

herbs and healing balms.

As for me, my love…

I have cut a hole in the ice….

chopped and stacked

the wood weeks ago…

Prepared a brand new quilt

with  stacks of books

close to the window for the best light.

I have written a new song.

Bathed in lavender for hours. 

Made new curtains.

Danced with bear and deer.

They  told you were coming 

Coming home at last.

I am putting on the kettle

Taking off my apron

as I hear 

Your whistle in the forest. 

The fire within the hearth

Is not burning as brightly as

The fire within.