Burn

‘Highland Mystery’ solved the crime of the missing horse.

It was the book I put into the metal bowl and set fire to. A whiff of the time and place where I had written it, caught in the air and caught me me off guard. It didn’t burn completely through in one pass. It had a good start but the curling flames ebbed away, the paper becoming flat, smoke streaked scales. Red embers like fiery insects circled the ragged edge of the cloudy paper. I had to add fire and keep adding fire to it. I was disappointed it didn’t go up in one hit.

Occasionally I contemplate burning my journals. It’s something I consider from time to time, something I think I ‘should’ do. To make space as part of the declutter process maybe, or to lighten the load, to refresh and start again. The first consideration. I wrote about burning my words, describing my intention, fully intent on getting rid of the writing. I was sitting at the retro kitchen cabinet, leaning on the drop down table surface, describing my journals fate, when suddenly, in my minds eye, a portal opened. I was shown a drop into a dark bottomless abyss, a fearsome void, inviting the consequences of my actions. I kept on writing.

This is day nine of my writing challenge. It’s an interesting process for me. Quite a departure or interlude from the focus on quilt making. I hope you’re finding it interesting. Thank you for stopping by !