It is cold and dark out. I am lucky to have a fireplace and lots of wood. This fire started quickly. I guess I am getting better or maybe it was because of the one long burning presto log that was left over from my landlord's wood stash. Whatever the reason, it was nice to get it going in under ten minutes. A fire always feels to me like another presence is in the room, another life. So it is me and Chico and the fire tonight. Maybe there are a couple of cockroaches hiding out here under things. I also saw a spider a few days ago. I wish all of you a very happy holiday season, filled with warmth, love and good health but no cockroaches or spiders.
Spirit in the Fire
See how the fire has grown? It sure looks like a spirit to me in there. Maybe I have just been alone too long. My mother always said I had a vivid imagination. Sometimes I think she didn't mean that as a compliment. Sometimes she did, especially towards the end of her life. She appreciated it more as the everyday world became less important to her. Wherever you are now Mom, I love you and I miss you.