The gathering and burning of wood

Life has rhythms.

Rhythms of contraction and expansion.
Moments of stabilisation and growth.
Times of introversion and extroversion.

This is what I have come to realise about myself:

There are times which I need to go out alone and gather wood to burn.
And there are other times when I need to burn that wood - with others.

There are long stretches where I wander alone in the woods, painstakingly gathering worthy pieces of ideas, knowledge, and thoughts.

Joy is the companionship of sitting around a fire. Each of us tossing a log onto the fire, enjoying what it unlocks together.