Warmth of a Fire

wood fireHave you read the passage by Henry David Thoreau about his woodpile? If you haven’t, he says with fine elegance that the effort of splitting wood and then burning wood in his little cabin warms him twice.

We enjoy – and I do mean enjoy – the warmth, beauty and aesthetic experience of a wood fire most every evening throughout the winter.

To honour the pleasure it brings, I let my thoughts meander in the crevices and scales of wood bark, spent grey ash below, and undulating yellow orange transparent flames and think how a fire, like the sun and the moon, have been constant companions throughout man’s experience on earth and this thought warms me a second time, that’s how close we are to our ancestors.


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