I thought, ok…I can blog about dating, or you know...not dating…be so very Sarah Jessica in Sex in the City but God…that even bores me….and really…who cares? So what’s been on my mind is what’s been on most people’s minds….mosques and book burnings. But I won’t write about that either….everyone’s got an opinion and I’m not here to change anyone’s mind. You can certainly turn on any 24 hour news channel and fuel whatever side of the fire you want to. Fire. That’s what I want to blog about.
I went camping over Labor Day weekend with a group of friends. No TV, no radio, no computer…ok I had my blackberry but it was basically a news free unplugged weekend and my favorite part was the fire. At once, warm, hypnotic, colorful, exciting, peaceful, full of life. As people gathered round the fire each night, it felt right, it felt human, communal, primal, watching colors drift from yellow, to orange, to lavender to blue with red hot embers rushing into the the sky trying to reach the stars. Such a thing of danger and destruction brought human beings together….we listened to the fire crack and burn and move the leaves in the tree tops. It made me think. Nature is just as warm, beautiful and inviting as it is violent and destructive. So are we. We are nature.
I participated in a drum circle and African dance. I was not good at any of these things, but I was with people who didn’t judge…ok…let’s be honest, they might have but they kept it to themselves, patted me on the back and then gathered round the fire. Without wires, without keyboards, without headsets. We communicated. We all came together, for dance, for drumming, for walks in the woods. We communicated. We communicated through movement, laughter, song and stories. Through creativity.
So...turns out this blog is about creativity. Everything is because we are all created and creative. Maybe we need to choose what we create more carefully.
I cannot write without mentioning 9/11. It's there. It lingers in the air this time of year like you could touch the pain of the past. On this awful anniversary of those horrific fires that brought such long lasting pain and destruction….I think about sitting with my mother and father on the corner in town on 9/12, holding candles for those who were lost in the fire. I think about the fires over the last weekend and the fires in the future that will bring people together to share their pain, grief, joy and hope and that’s the fire I stoke. The fire in my family's living room growing up that brought us together and quieted us down. The fire that allows people to tell stories, to tell my story and listen to yours…in whatever shape it may appear….keep that fire burning. An oversimplification? Maybe, but it certainly can't hurt to stoke that fire.