What is the opposite of a fire
Each morning I ask a question (of myself), and then I don’t try to answer it.
I just kind of hum on it throughout the day, if I remember, which I often don’t because my memory is broken (both in the sense of fragmented and in the sense of kaput), but it doesn’t matter, the question percolates.
The question and I percolate together
No answer (or answers) required. Just percolating.
Little bubbles.
Slow hum. So Hum.
One year
Saturday was the one year anniversary of the fire that went through my kitchen.
My question for the day was: What Is The Opposite Of A Fire?
What Is The Opposite Of A Fire?
I didn’t think about it much but at the end of the day when I reflected on this small commoration feast day experiment, an answer revealed itself through simply naming how I spent my day:
- tending to kitchen space,
- cooking creatively,
- cleaning up,
- reorganizing the pantry,
- stretching on the rug when the sun came out…
The answer was the experience of being in the opposite
I learned that I had spent my day being present and engaged in the place where the painful thing happened, layering on new memories of better things; sweet sanctuary and comforting comfort.
There was time. There was Intentionality and Slowness.
And maybe all that is the opposite of a fast-moving emergency.
Maybe that experience of the opposite is or can be the rededicating.
Come play with me in the comments, I love company
Company is so welcome.
My keyboard isn’t working and I finger-typed this on my phone, which is both an intimate and lonely way to write, somehow these co-exist and I can’t explain it better than that.
You are welcome to play with any of the concepts here in any way you like. You can ask your own question of yourself and then put it into the pot, answers not required. You can share anything sparked for you, or name an experiment you would like to try. You can light a candle for the opposite of a fire.
I had more to say (of course I did) but keyboard is broken and sometimes less is more (and maybe that’s also a form of What Is The Opposite), so we are working with What Is.
All love glowing your way for your experiments, your internally directed questions & your opposites.
A request
If you received clues or perspective or just want to send appreciation for the writing and work/play we do here, I appreciate it tremendously.
I am accepting support (with joy & gratitude) in the form of Appreciation Money to Barrington’s Discretionary Fund. Asking is not where my strength resides but Brave & Stalwart is the theme these days, and pattern-rewriting is the work, and it all helps with fixing what needs fixing, currently focused on replacing three windows and installing a heater to make it through winter.
Or you can buy a copy of the my Monster Manual & Coloring Book if you don’t have it!
And if those aren’t options, I get it, you can light a candle for support (or light one in your mind!), share one of my posts with someone who loves words, tell people about these techniques, approaches and themes, send them here, it all helps, it’s all welcome, and I appreciate it so much. ❤️
Oh, that is wonderful. What a beautiful reminder that Now Is Not Then!
I am also thumb-typing this comment on my phone, so it’s like we’re texting together, in a group chat. 💖
I’ll choose a question to keep me company for the rest of this day: What do I want to do *next*?
Love the thumb-typing company and love the question! What do I want to do NEXT!!!!
Belatedly joining your not-text chain by typing with one forefinger and one thumb. This has been two weeks of unexpected questions and new stresses. Lighting a candle to cheer the sadness inside and blowing sparkles into the wind hoping that by spreading a little joy some of it will eventually come back to me.
Lighting a candle for you, Neil! May all the joy you spread return to you ten-fold at least ❤️ (can confirm that you do a lot of joy-spreading)
You have been in my thoughts, Neil. Lighting a candle in my heart for you.