Thursday, May 18, 2006
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
from Sonnet 73 William Shakespeare
I love camp fires. Every time I sit by a fire, I think of those lines from Shakespeare, and I think of how important fire is to the survival of human beings. Without fire, hot meals, warmth and light would have been impossible for early people. It was the a primal element of life and evolution. Fire nourished and protected early man, since animals avoid fire, the night was no longer a fearful place. With the protection of fire, humans could relax just a bit and they could begin to dream.
Sly and I enjoyed the cool spring evening by building a fire. My mind wondered, and I started to dream. May you all have the time to dream.
No knitting news. Enjoy your dreams. I dream of yarn; what do you dream of?