Sometimes it takes looking through the haze of campfire smoke to see the world clearly. ~Unknown
Sometimes smoke signals danger. It warns us not to get too close, fire lurks beneath. We must be careful not to get burned. There are times we don’t heed the warnings, and we venture too close to the flames. We might burn our fingers because we go where we don’t belong. We might belong there but aren’t ready to venture there, so we get singed and our skin grows tougher…we try again and are able to conquer what we couldn’t the first time.
Other times the passions burns inside us. We are fearful of our own power or lack of ability. We might be afraid to write, paint, or step over the fence line. When we hide behind the smoke, our eyes water. We begin to choke. We stifle our creativity until the fire flickers to embers that eventually die out.
We stand before the fire as the flames crackle and hiss. We wonder if they are inviting us or chasing us away. We stand in the heat and wonder if we should jump into the fire or turn and walk away. What do you choose?
While I refuse to jump into the flames of drama that don’t concern me, I realize I need to jump into my own personal fire and risk the burn. How will I ever know my capabilities if I do not stretch my self imposed limitations? If I get burned, I’ll ease it with some salve, grow a new layer of skin, and decide whether I am where I am supposed to be at this moment in time. Life is calling. Do you hear it