Fire

A book, too, can be a star, a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.

Madeleine L’Engle

Where there is smoke, there is wrath. Where there is smoke, She is reborn. A phoenix flits into horizon, but you don’t see where the Spirit of Fire begins and the phoenix’s feathers end. Fire oversees your attempts to control anything: the earth, the water, the air, even Herself. And She laughs in your face and dances as you cry. But do not assume Her path is destruction. Do not assume that anger is the antithesis of love. Fire warms Herself and snaps at you, but you are still known under Her gaze. Follow Her way and find there is power. And if She dies, breath revives her. Where there is smoke, there is love. Where there is smoke, there is power.