Monday, April 14, 2008
To Build a Fire
Today was the burning of brush. And I proudly started a very large fire on the farm, containing it and burning the tree stumps and brush which was no longer needed. I don't know what it is about fire. It is alive in so many ways, eating, breathing...and yet we we say it does not live. But if it is not alive and it is not a substance, I don't know what to call it. But it is powerful and tame and moving about in every which way...singeing eyebrows and eyelashes, dancing around the pine and maple trees. Leaving us with a pile of ash.
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Are you saying that you no longer have those beautiful eyebrows???? Have you now replaced them with stubby tufts of brittle and curled fibers that if you brush them with the back of your hand, they will disappear completely? Oh, the pain, the pain, the gruesome pain!
I think this might be a poem. I like your ending.
How did you learn how to contain a fire?
This farm is turning you into a philosopher. :) And I'm glad to see that you're drinking plenty of tea.
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