Feeding the Fire

From the Swietlistej Drogi Tarot, the Ace of Wands:

Breathe, breathe, fill your lungs with better air.

Reach, reach, like you know it's waiting there

I've found, letting go of what you're holding

Leaves your arms and heart a little more

Wide open.

~ Travis Meadows

At the house party last night I was trying to keep the fire going in the chiminea as we waited for the music to start. I wandered around the pasture picking up small limbs that had fallen, but soon realized some were quite wet that hadn't been under the shelter of a tree when it had rained earlier. I had to be choosy in what I tossed on the fire, so it wouldn't go out. Likewise, I need to check-in and see what I'm using as fuel to feed my passions and goals. What kind of logs have I been putting on that fire? Are they too large or too wet? I sure as heck wouldn't toss a tangle of poison ivy in the fire (you can breathe in the toxin from the smoke), yet I can have ulterior motives that are just as toxic. Today I need to see what I've got stacked in my wood pile and do some cleaning out.

From the Mirrors of the Heart comes the card "Nighttime:"

Crickets are chirping, leaves are rustling in the breeze, stars are twinkling and a faithful companion keeps watch. What could be more peaceful? In combining this card with the one above, I am reminded just how much my drives affect my serenity. If my intentions bear fruit, will this create cracks and divisions or wholeness and beauty? I may not be able to control what impulsive thoughts pop into my head, but I do have a choice in whether I feed my desires or douse them with a bucket of sand.