Sitting
around the camp fire of life, there is always room for
one more story, one more song or one more laugh--there is
even room for tears. These things are actualy the logs we
throw on the fire to warm, illuminate or comfort one
another. But as is usually the case, someone must do the
work, namely gathering firewood.
Good news my friend...Dale Suffridge has not only been
out foraging, but he has kindly built us a fire and has
sent us this offer: "Come, sit long, listen deep,
and talk much." However, let me offer one
encouragement; don't sit in any one spot too long. Some
logs burn burn strong and bright and clear--sit in that
place too long and the fire is no longer friendly. Some
logs burn with an ominous opaque orange--sit there for
too long and sleep is cerain. And some logs have become
coals; the life of the fire with their rustic radiant
reds--sit in view of these with respect and silence.
Remember that these logs are cut from the forest of
mankind, but also that they represent a very specific
type of wood....the timber of Dale's life. Do not be
unhappy if the fire is different from ones you've seen
before. Rather, take joy. This may be the one that sparks
your life, so warm yourself with gratitude. But never
trust in the light or the shadow that the fire may cast.
Rather, hold the heat to your heart and let it warm your
soul.
The very best thing about this particular fire is that it
can always be rekindled. If some logs offer particular
solace, then burn them as often as you can. Personally, I
am partial to the smell that the poems leave in my
clothing, and there is one song that holds special
meaning for me--thanks Dale. So do come, and while your
up--throw another log on the fire.
----Bryan
Johnson
copyright 1992 Dale Suffridge