There is something sacred about sitting around a fire and listening to stories when the weather is cold and the season is dark.
I think we tell ourselves we sit there for the warmth that the fire gives.
But I also think that while the warmth might begin as a spark from the fire that rises toward the sky, it’s only the beginning. That spark lights a flame in the hearts of those gathered round that is fed by the laughter and love and shared joy in the moment.
It is then that we are loathe to leave, telling ourselves that when we move away from the fireside, we will feel the chill in the air, and the warmth will be gone, and we will be cold and all will be dark again.
Turns out that isn’t true.
Giving thanks for the warmth that is long-lasting, the kind that comes from good friends, good conversations, lots of laughter, and light and love.
Hang in there. Though the dark seems long-lasting, the Light is coming.
Love to all.