Those early dire warnings of the coming eclipse darkened our lives at the edges, seeping like a spilled ink bottle until we were completely saturated by the unknown. We learned to live in the shadows, to see in the dimmest light and without endless distractions, we had not yet realized that this was the time to find ourselves again. It’s easy to forget what we love, what we hope and dream of. We don't even notice that we often come to speak of these things in the past tense, I used to… Those long lists stored somewhere in our minds may no longer even be about us in the here and now. When did we last find the time to rewrite them?

Now we had nothing but time and a new experience… going slow. When you get out of the fast lane, you begin to see those side roads you never had the time to travel. That’s where where all the treasures lie. Inspired thoughts took form….storm wood, clay, metal, hand made and gathered objects from near and far.

The elements can not be understood with words, they are experienced. Fire stands in the center and holds the secrets, ceremonies and rites of transformation, initiation and rebirth. Ancient hearths kept alight, fire deities, prayer rituals. To strike the match is a summoning for this intermediary to awaken incense, candles and our souls. Smoke, ancient scents and flickering light blur ordinary reality, they are practitioners of the magic and mystery that lead us to another realm where we find ourselves again.