I love fires. I am neither an arsonist, nor a pyromaniac; I just love fire. Last night I started a fire in my kitchen sink, as I collected all the bits of paper that no longer served me. I watched the paper curl in the heat even as it set other pieces of paper alight. I watched the yellow flames race through the paper, growing yellower as they fed on even more paper. I stood near the sink and felt the heat from the fire and I felt good to be in its glow. I kept watch ensuring that the fire did not jump out of the sink to consume other than what I fed it.
I watched the fire as it died, as the paper turned to embers then ash. I rushed around turning on fans, throwing open doors to let the smoke escape as it stung my eyes. I smelled the burning paper and I smiled, satisfied.
This morning I woke up early and felt energized. The fire moved from the sink to my belly, I was burning with desire to get things done. I felt the fire in my heart burning with passion for the things that I want. I felt the fire in my blood, giving me the impetus to move on. I felt the fire in my soul telling me that I was on to something good.
New energy, new thoughts. All of the old is gone making room for the new.
I have to watch this energy, feed it properly so that it does not burn out. I have to protect this energy and keep it bright by watching what and who comes around it. I have to channel this energy to serve me and my purpose while on earth.
I am focussing my thoughts on the positive, keeping them aligned to my vision. I am thinking new thoughts to create the world that I want to live in.
Fire cleanses, fire heals. Fire for me symbolises newness, creativity and a fresh start.
Today I breathe fire, today I harness fire, today I am fire.
What symbolises you?