Poetics of Fire

Yesterday at thé CWEA, we gathered around à fire and shared our poetic memories. At least it felt like it. We shared memories of prayers in front of a candle, or marshmallows cooked on a camp fire.

It’s been one of my favourite sessions. I am so humbled by everyone sharing their experience of poetic reveries. Connecting like this on a poetic level feels like something so primal, that humans have always done and yet we rarely do it now.

Thank you Lottie and the CWEA to allow us to gather like that! It feels really precious.

The photo is from a memory that came back as we were writing of my spending a few seasons in a beautiful castle where a friend of my uncle had very kindly invited me to stay. The open fire had been my best friend through this winter. Comforting me, keeping me warm, but more importantly, allowing me to dream and drift off in reveries…