Ancient humans built fires on the solstice to help the sun
return. They were less certain of the workings of the universe, than most
modern day regressive republicans. But the ancients knew if the sun did not
return, life for them was over.
Friends, fire, song.
On a wimpy below zero night by Fairbanks standards, that’s what we needed to
welcome back the light. The men stacked the pallets on the fire and we sang songs of camaraderie.
The flames grew higher, the nails from the pallets fell into the coals, and the sparks of all the energy stored in the wood flew west across the frozen lake.
Our coats came off as the flames got hotter. The voices raised.
The nra can continue to endorse senseless murders, but they can’t stop the light from returning north.
Shooting Flames
With all our technology, with all our stuff, we are
disconnected from the natural world but
just like the ancients we still are just specks of dust to the universe.Happy solstice. Peace to all.
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