Desiree has been wanting to burn a heap of branches and dead twigs she trimmed from the pines and willows lining the drive from the main road to our cabin. Yesterday, given a calm day with ample snow on the ground, she put a match to the trimmings.
Desiree enjoys a fire. As I warmed
myself by the fire of her making, I thought again about Buckminster Fuller’s
quote: “Fire is the sun unwinding from the tree's log.” Years of sunshine were
required to feed energy into the limbs and twigs Desiree had stacked onto the
fire.
The fire grew quickly, unraveling all
those years and deconstructing every limb and branch submitted to the thriving
flames. It’s astonishing how quickly we can unwind the sun—and equally
surprising how good it feels to stand by, watching the flames scissor higher
and higher, our faces growing pink with released heat.
—Mitchell Hegman
No comments:
Post a Comment