January 22, 2005
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Fire and Ice
Solid red-gold sparks stream up from the fire's heart into inky blackness, break into scintillating bits, spray outwards, and fall, fiery dots, into nothingness. Foaming snow at the fire-edge curls seamlessly into waves of white-gray ash boiling from glaring heat. All around, snowfields pierced by clumps of dried grass reflect the lopsided moon, soaring now above contrails and Orion's faded belt in her own cold mystery.
last night my husband burned brushpiles in the winter fields, and the kids and I, dwarfed by the spectacle, turned like manikins, warming one side in the blistering heat and chilling the other in the wind off the hilltop.
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We had a fire for New Year's outside. I used the dried up christmas tree for tinder. It hissed and crackled.
I'll bet it looked so beautiful
How beautiful and bonding this must have been ..........
I just love the family experiences you have. Your kids will be appreciative for ever.
With that description, a photo would have been superfluous.
What a beautiful description and experience.
Hey, thanks for stopping by. Writing-for-the-count is exciting and it's just what I needed to kick myself into high writing gear....but I must admit I'm looking forward to the editing and massaging. This morning went well with my fictional elderly lady friend....she revealed more of herself to me and we're getting to know each other. I had no idea that cooking was her therapy.
I didn't find just the right place to use the phrase "has anybody seen my cows" but I think I will next writing session. 
hmmmm....sounds like poetry to me. I love winter fires
you make us all yearn to write. really write. subtext indeed.
Mmm. I could picture it all so well...
Oh, how I've missed reading your entries. Pssstttt. . .it's me, the Xangan formerly known as PoppyRed. In a spell of overwhelming emotion, I made my old Xanga disappear, but I have a better handle on things now so I started anew. Just wanted to stop by and check on you. Take care.
lol @ MsRedInk. Good thing I don't know your friends. I could blow the whistle on ya!
OKay now getting to you Ms. Faith. You painted such a heart-rendering image in this little blog. Where I live no one would dare set fire to anything lest someone call the police. lol.
Remember you made a comment about how the lawyers at the temp spot cursed and how it didn't show their smarts LOL? Well, you've got to check out my last blog.... You were RIGHT ON! I'm going to hire you as the voice of reason!
Your life will never be boring, because you see the story in it all.
Hey, by the way, I think you'd really enjoy reading here: http://www.journalscape.com/rhubarb/
Former Peace Corp'er there as well, with some excellent insights and writing.
i love it when words clone a memory!
Mmmmmmmmm - lovely
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