Sitting with Spirit

I went out to the hazel wood
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand
and hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
and moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
and caught a little silver trout.

 The Song of Wandering Aengus, W.B. Yeats.

In our busy lives it can be hard to take time out to sit and do what appears to be nothing. Yet, traditionally our ancestors would have taken time, particularly in Winter, to rest and reflect.

Recently I bought a firepit and some logs, took them to the garden, along with a chair, warm clothes and blankets. I lit the fire in the late evening and sat in silence for a few hours, occasionally throwing a log to keep the fire going.

I had no idea what might happen. I would simply do whatever came to mind. I hummed a little, drummed a little and looked into the fire. From that emerged the idea to gather some twigs. This I did.

I set the small bundle of twigs by my side. Each time I thought of something that I might let go of from my mind or my life, I tossed a twig into the fire. Each time I thought of an idea or felt pleasure or gratitude as I thought of something or someone, I picked up a twig and put it in my pocket. After a few hours I felt my head and my life were in better balance. I let the fire die down and went to bed.

1 thought on “Sitting with Spirit

  1. So we’ll put to gether especially about sitting in garden with open fire

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