My Flame: two perspectives

Large red flames dance towards the heavens. As they cavort about, I wonder. What is the fire in my life? Where is my passion? Where is my focus? A fire is concentrated light. It is a force to be reckoned with. I want some of that energy in my life!

Lag B'omer is a mystical day. A celebration of the passing of the Rashbi. Really? To celebrate death?

But the Rashbi is about light, life and whisperings of the soul. The Rashbi helped access those secret whisperings of G-dliness and bring them to the light of day. I need more of that in my life. I need the oil of Torah's inner dimensions to fan my flames and keep me going. I need more Chassidus.

The highlight of the day was visiting a real bonfire. My son expressed concern about fire, so we spoke about good and bad fires all day long. Actually, we've been preparing for this day for months with these sorts of discussions.

While frying eggs: "It's fire, Mama!"
While lighting Shabbos candles: "Don't touch the fire!"
While playing with imaginary toys: "This is my fire."

As you can see, it's been an obsession of sorts. I don't mind, as long as its the good fire, the passionate, focused energy fueled by positivity.

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