Tonight I will collect snippets of stories for this book I am writing. Short snippets.
Tomorrow I will go into the woods and collect kindling for the woodstove here in this home where I live.
I will light fires in the woodstove with these small pieces of wood, with the help of paper and matches.
The kindling of the stories I shall remember shall light my way through a writing process and a spiritual journey of Sacredness.
It is all Sacred. The branches. The stories. The bag that I’ll use to haul the branches. Even this very computer that shall capture the wisps of memories that have woven the tapestry of this life I’ve led.
I shall breath and move forward. I shall thank the trees. And the sunlight. And I throw light on experiences deeply buried to help illuminate the writing.
May this serve. May it light a way for those other than me. All I know is that I’m being called to collect the branches. Beyond that, it is up to Sacred Source.