the bone fire

Never underestimate the power of a good bonfire. We start it, can’t control it, feel it’s power, then it dies, ashes remain;

Stoke our frenzy, the hunt, for war, naked and painted;

The din, chanting, drumbeats lift us, in a circle move us, in orbit around the sun.

The Bone-fir ritual, pagan rites, a bone fire of animal bones, warding off evil spirits.

Facing the flame. Is there a martyr archetype? As we face the flame…we feel alive, How close can you get? -James