Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Fire is a tool for beginning and endings. For pauses, reflections. For a transitional point in your story, like rain in a movie signifies a new stage or epiphany for the main character.
I think, then, it's fitting, that last night we stood outside, around a fire, while a few large raindrops fell on and around us. The fire of letting go of 2010 (much like the fire of 2009) was finally held, 9 days after the new year began.
I wrote eight words on pieces of paper to be burned in that fire. Things to let go of from the past year. Emotions, actions, deeds: time to let them go. Included in that was my ponytail. And no, it did not smell.
AdRi set up the fire, we burned some applewood, it smelled lovely, actually. Despite the few raindrops, portions of the sky were clear and open, and the moon swung low with the north star at its side. Cold and crisp, dark—very dark—it was the perfect way to let go of 2010, and finally, say hello to the new year, 2011. Great plans for 2011, this, the new year of the decade. And it feels good to let go of 2010.
Posted by LeLo at Tuesday, January 11, 2011