All The Dreams Of The Season

Fire From Heaven

At this time of the Winter Solstice, we celebrate the lives of those who are crazy enough to risk fate to steal fire from heaven for those they love. We suspect that the light was inside them all along.

This year we have chosen Fox, himself a pooka and a sunking, able to live both wild and tame, able to make a killing on whatever life gives him, adapting to the loss of the wild but never losing the green forest of his heart.

The Penobscot Indians of the Northern Forests believed it was Fox who dared to creep into the homes of the Manitous and provoked them to chase him, throwing a flaming stick after him. Fox grabbed the light in his mouth, burning it black, and ran back to his village with the gift. If he had waited until the 60's, they might have had those little lights that don't get hot.

At this holiday time, we wish you all the Joy and Light of the season, every season in turn. Whether you are into hibernation or celebration, in your heart, as in the heart of the wheat, enjoy the fruitfulness of the past and nurture the kernel that is the promise of the future.

May your Dreams be as Bright as the Northern Lights and your Hearts as Warm as Live Arctic Fur. We wish you the Brightest of New Years-  Safe Haven, Snug Harbour and Always the Welcome of a Loving Heart.

As winter dances over the land, remember that you always have a warm, safe nest in our hearts.

Fox Fire      ©Gryphonsmith Graphyx 1994

Words and Music by Jim and Tay with Spoo and Frostbite