Rekindle the spirit: Watching the fire
My dad planted a tree in my yard, not too long before he died, though I can’t recall the exact timeframe. It was special, just one connection to him; and while the tree did fairly well for the last 12 years or so, it was struggling recently and was cut down. I now have it piled as firewood, and have started relaxing around the fire pit, a new ritual. I used a hand-saw so the pieces would fit in the fire pit, instead of piling the trunks and branches for pick up by the city. This was intentional, as I saw beauty in the idea of the fire — the connection to Spirit, to connecting with my dad, as I watched the fire burn.
Little did I know how much these words and connection to my father would mean, as I was recently informed of my job elimination. While I’d already been debating internally about some job aspects, this was still a shock. My dad was someone I could talk with about my next steps, and I missed that debate between us. He was a man focused on career and wanting what was best for people in their jobs, especially his children. So, I talked a bit, around the fire. I didn’t say much to be honest; but I sat and watched the fire, and knew there was power in that. Fire is powerful.
This has been a year of adjusting in many ways. But one thing I believe is that fire can be refining. Spirit is powerful, God is power. Reflecting, through the fire, through the connection to the tree and my dad, and through the Holy Spirit, I know I have strength that comes from all connections. As I reflect with the fire, I know the Spirit will continue to be a guide… Just listen.
— Christa Orfitelli