There’s a kind of fire that doesn’t destroy.
It doesn’t rage or scorch.
It calls.
It’s the kind that glows behind your ribs when you hear your name said just right, or when an idea lands so hard that you have to stand up and do something (I prefer a little dance.) That’s the fire I’ve been feeling so far this week (I’m aware it’s only Tuesday), not chaos, not burnout. Just a steady burn. A forge.
It’s the pull to protect what matters, and create something new! A primal knowing that says: this is mine to tend. Not everything is, but this, just this.
And isn’t that the trick with fire? Knowing what to feed, and what to let go to ash.
Fire doesn’t waste time. It demands clarity. It burns away the excuses, the distractions, the dead branches of “maybe later.” It says, now! It says, what are you waiting for?!
So I asked myself:
Where is my energy calling me?
What am I meant to heat, to shape, to guard with my whole spirit?
The answers didn’t come as words. They came as a clench in my gut, a rush to my cheeks, a sudden urge to clean the entire house, make lotion, and reorganize my seed packets at 2 AM. (Fire’s weird like that.)
It said:
Make the thing.
Say the truth.
Draw the line.
Be the damn flame! 🔥
This isn’t about lighting the world on fire. It’s about tending to your hearth. The part of you that knows what deserves your heat. Your time. Your ferocity.
So if you’ve been feeling that inner spark, that restless energy, that urge to move or make or scream or shine, that’s fire talking! Don’t ignore it.
It might just be calling you home.
Yard 2 Yield! 