Building and attending a fire is such good therapy. While I write during long, deep Montana winters, the fire is my companion. Sometimes stubborn as a cranky child the miniature blaze in my wood stove demands spirited urging and constant attention. I kneel down, whisper and coddle its early morning defiance. Eventually, she smiles with one corner of her mouth, and with her blanket now a boa, twirls, then leaps and is soon spinning out of control. After years of living […]
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