Welcome Back Fire Tenders!

Was it chop wood-carry water, or carry water-hold wood.  Oh, now I remember… carry wood-hold water. Some took up the challenge and made over a dozen trips of holding the same water in their mouths while carrying wood! The task of moving our wood supply was a breeze with all the helping hands and joyful hearts. Thank you all that joined! 

The easy breeze continued as a fire was started and the many things that have been noticed by attentive eyes and ears were shared, again with joyful hearts and enthusiasm. Questions flowed from the mentors and Fire Tenders, helping to form a clearer picture of each curiosity and witnessing, till we too were all there. 

We moved as foxes and owls to Hartman Meadow. The foxes then became owls, and owls become foxes. What do owls and foxes have to do with your Fire Tender? You might ask them; they might show you. Or you might find out when you least expect it.

A large circle was then formed, all facing out. Plenty of space between each. Space for the sound of the rain. For those more accustomed, it was space for the mind to quiet, the elements to be witnessed, discoveries quietly unfolding. For those less practiced, their thoughts raced around the circles of  “Why can’t I go in the woods if it’s raining?” and “I don’t have rain pants and I’m getting wet”…. Nature is a beautiful teacher.

A fire was rekindled and most of the attention and bodies remained close to the flames. They were surrounded by magical fairy gardens mysteriously created in their absence, and listening to a whale of a story. Maybe they heard a little, warmed a little… maybe they felt some of the magic.