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Magic in the Fire

 






My body responds to light. It's almost annoying to my husband, because I like leaving ALL the lights on in the house. I'm getting better at that. Sometimes I turn off the light in the laundry room or the pantry. ;) During the years when we lived in Utah, each winter my body would begin a "hibernation" phase where I'd sleep more, eat more, and basically the fire in me kinda burns less brightly. If you compare this cycle to a campfire, in the summer the fire burns hotter, and then through the winter it's like glowing embers. The other day when A and I were drawing a picture, I suggested we draw a fire. And she added the following blue "magic" to the flames. When we used to go camping a lot, see here (Tinney Flat) or here (the cabin) or here (scoutmaster), N would bring awesome pinecones like these to throw into the fire. Then you say a silly rhyme or something about looking up at the stars (to distract the kids so they can't see you add it to the fire). All of a sudden there's magic in the fire.


I wish I had thought of that. What a cool thing, that my sweet little girl has memories of magical campfires. But let's think about the metaphor for a minute. If there are seasons of my life where the fire is burning super hot, maybe I need to pause and search for the miracles. Most of us know the story of the silversmith and how he's polishing and molding metal, and he's watching it every step of the way. But I'd never thought of it in quite this way. During the seasons of fire in my life, where the learning curve is steep and the pain is real, I need to keep my eye on the magic: the tender mercies or holy echoes or silver lining. Whatever word you use to describe God's hand working in your life, that's the magic in the campfire.



These are the mental health challenges I've written about, especially related to light:

Bipolar I alluded to it in this post about gifts and thorns. Yes, I have a mild version where sometimes in a slump (for months at at a time) and sometimes kinda hyper active (usually for about three months).

Manic phase. (still working on a post with tips for staying grounded)

Rainbows Bright colors as a coping mechanism for darkness

SAD seasonal affective disorder, that's what I was talking about with the campfire

Sunshine Tips to help with depression


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