Ways of Being

It was a vulnerable moment. Old friends and new gathered around a beautifully laid fire. As we sat down in a circle, the invitation was for someone to light the fire and begin by introducing themselves, sharing what was alive for them in that moment. The person sitting by my side murmured to me, “Maybe that’s you today.” I immediately said no. It didn’t want to be in the spotlight. But an inner dialogue had already begun. I had a choice: ignore the voice or take a risk. Take a risk... I took a risk. It was a lovely autumn evening, just after sunset. Our bellies were full of nourishing food. Our souls were happy to be back on the land where so much magic happens: Embercombe. Everyone sat silently as I reached for the matches and made the first strike. Nothing. Keep calm. Another strike. Then another. Still, the fire wouldn’t catch. It wasn’t like watching someone use friction, where you admire their effort and patience. This was different. The voices inside me were at war. I could fee...