The fire danced before our eyes, and we were mesmerized.
Our hands held cups of cocoa; milk warmed over the stove, chocolate bits melted deep, and marshmallows covering the top softly with their pillow warmth. As we sipped, our hearts warmed sweet with chocolate and time spent with each other.
gathering together to just BE. In the midst of the daily chaos, the dreams the ebb and flow, the moments we know are growing us, but seem to push and pull us all out of shape…these are the moments, that we need a rest from. That in some sense, perhaps we’re running to the wilderness to escape.
The cabin has beckoned me often. It sits barren most of the winter. In the summer, families fill is heart beat full of sun warmed smiles, and laughter that echoes off hearty wood and water washed windows. And so we have gathered…in the midst of this darkness of season, with the snow crunching hard beneath our boots and our souls seeking moments of rest.
Our last night together is marked with this soul gathering. We have wrapped ourselves warm around the fire pit, and sit shoulder to shoulder along the benches that follow its periphery. Not only does the fire dance before us, but there is a reflection of it as I search and seek the eyes of my fellow travelers gathered round.
There is something of the dance of reflection in a fellow wanderers eyes, that speaks of lights sending messages from the soul; morse code of those things that lips don’t dare speak; hearts ban from being acknowledged.
And it is for those moments that we have gathered.