Although it's a drastic step, having one's possessions disappear in a wall of flames, does wonders for the psyche and letting go. When all my personal effects, including over 30 years of writing burned up in May of this year, I had to turn and walk away, and lucky to be alive. The one thing the fire and flames never touched was the embers of creativity within me. Although those poems and stories are gone the potential for new and better is just waiting for the birthing process to begin. In the scheme of the universe, fire makes me humble. I know now how transitory or illusionary possessions actually are. In the end we have whats inside us, and the love and caring of those other individuals who are left to help us rebuild.
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