Fire In The Hearth

Wood fires burning….
I’m wrapped up in the warmth of the fire
lifting and stirring
bringing the flame of the fire to life again.

Peat fires burning….
My Celtic sister lifting and stirring
the flame of love she will keep burning for
herself, her family, the whole world.

At the end of her day she’s on her knees
“smooring” or smothering the fire
to let it rest…not to extinguish ...
making sure the spark is still there

At the end of my day, I creep out of bed
to spend a few more minutes
wrapped in the warmth of the fire
not wanting to leave while the spark is still there.

I’ve been “smooring” or smothering my flame this Winter in order to pause, reflect, rest and be renewed. I've been asking myself:

What are the ways I can lift my “peat” in order to come to life again?

What does the first flickering of the flame symbolize for me?

Would you share with me how this time of Winter has “smoored” or stirred you?