Sometimes you need a beach fire

Last night we harkened back to Santa Cruz with our midweek possy.  I love these new friends, this little gang. How our midweek crew are always so honoring and kind.  This is our manna these days, morsels of kingdom come being surrounded by our new crew.

And It had been months since I've been in Santa Cruz.  I was overwhelmed with joy as we descended down the hill.  All this talk with Nephty of Santa Cruz and what ifs and promises returning.  We've been bolting down hopes again to return, to move back to Santa Cruz.  

We watched the fire find its channels, making a tunnel inbetween the wood.  One motion here, one log that moves. 

What if life is like this, that wood needs to be set up in the right order, That things need to be placed to get air moving, to allow motion in the heat. To make a Flame. 

Lord I wonder how you want to spark . How you want to take my spark and move into fire, to pour out flame.  It doesn't just happen in one motion.  It takes fanning. it takes space and loying.  

It takes covering and tight places,  it takes draft and pressure and then being hidden. To pour out fire.

What if you needed to be hidden.