Last week we toasted marshmallows over an open wood fire.  It’s so tricky, the matching distance to embers and fire to get the golden brown, or perhaps a black end, torched.

I sit here now considering the textures we are, the warmth and movement, heat and fluidity.

A woman I study with, Miren Salmeron,  says “Give yourself your sweet attention.”

I do that now, feeling a coating respond to my environment and melt to the sweet.  

Earth, Wood, Fire
The embrued glow of melt and change
The trees overlook what comes

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