It is that kind of morning
curled into the couch,
wrapped in a blanket,
eyes resting in the quiet dance of fire.
I love the language of fire:
passion and intensity,
abundance and rest,
meditation and spirit.
Fire invites a deep remembering—
a stillness so complete
that I meet myself in silence.
And in the same breath,
it whispers movement,
aligned action,
becoming.
I choose to sit in the frequency of fire,
honoring the depth of its wisdom.
Not only what it holds,
but what it reflects back to me
from within.