Some of what may not be known is what was taking place around those many individual hearths.
Though much of the time these pits may have been basic kitchens and furnaces I'm sure that they served a spiritual purpose as well. One cannot look into the burning embers without feeling the pull of that ancient past. Watching embers rise to the darkness, one cannot escape the connection between heaven and earth. We gather around the fire for comfort...in each other's company and the great unknown.
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From one fire-bug to another,
The fascinating fire. A spark...a flame...a warm dancing light on a cold autumn evening. It touches all of our senses and captures the imagination.
In many ways,nothing compares to the power of a campfire.
Fire good!
My little chiminea is the best I can do, here in the city, but I miss the magic of a more remote blaze.
After the embers have cooled, one still remembers the sensation of warmth and the comfort that even a small fire can bring, especially as the gelid hours of indifferent darkness grow long. I remember the flicker of flames dancing on a crown of night.
Wish you were here.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cN-72wAlw8U&feature=fvst
mmmm. marshmellows
The ancient pull, (gravity?) drawing member after member of the Orban clan hurdling over the flames in glorious tuck-n'-roll.
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