She sits by the fire. Like so many before her. Drawn by the comfort of heat and connection. Connection to times past.
So many have gathered by fire since the beginning of time. For heat. For nourishment. For family. Huddled around for warmth. Sharing songs together. Preparing meals. At times a place for peace and solitude. At times a place for connection and revelry. Also a place for refinement.
She feels the shadows of all the women before her who have been here. Joy, fear, sadness, ecstasy. All the experiences they’ve had, shared for her here. Like messages of wisdom across the generations.
She places that which no longer serves her at the foot of the fire. Engulfed by flames, they are swallowed up. Transformed into smoke and ash. Released back to earth and heaven. Making space and nourishment for the next growth.