Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Standing at the Fire

Standing outside the fire. Life is not tried. It is merely survived if you're standing outside the fire -- Garth Brooks.

I walk up to the fire on the beach. How could I not walk right up to it. It's warm on the cool, dark night. It's wild, on a mind that's quiet. I stand to watch. I stand at watch. It's a movie. It a memory. It's a fire in my heart. It's my spirit before me.

Yea for the diftwood that someone like me left behind for me to sit. I take my place and my eyes crawl all the way into the flames. I see my life most inside the firelight. The flame dancing around as I dance within it. Yeah, I've been both burned and warmed by the experience of being there.

But I breathe the air, and I flow with the river. I walk the earth. So I must feel the fire.

Life would be cold and distant, unattached and without wonder, if I spent my days standing outside the fire.

I walk in the fire head high, knowing I'm alive.
--me strauss Letting me be


Tell No One said...

Living life and it passing me by are both frightening for me.
Choosing the flow of the river, painful and joyous is an experience, a relinquishing of the fight so I can feel my Soul. I wouldn't have it any other way either :)


ME Strauss said...

You are a brave one. Brave and vulnerable. That is power. :)

Dawn said...

Your post makes me think that there is something innate within us that draws us to the fire, no different than a moth. It's like an ancient need to matter, to risk, to dance.

ME Strauss said...

We do get drawn to the fire. I think so too. It's somewhat hynotizing. But some folks only watch and others are willing to take the heat. :)

dsnake1 said...

Earth, Fire & Water!

a heart-warming post, Liz! :)

ME Strauss said...

Hi Dsnake,
I see the fire in what you write!