There’s a fire burning within my gut that singes my daily life.  Restless irritable and discontent, I breathe consciously to remain on the ground.  I am once again being called. 

A siren song of hypnotic passion slithers under my skin, making my whole existence itch.  I want to scratch off every routine from my day and peel the old boundaries, patterns and expectations off.  But the tender vulnerability frightens me, and I shrink from the flame.

The fire is always waiting, the burning star rises every mornng spreading ideas and desires and drawing me to begin again and again.  I scream to the dancing fire, the orange flashing fairies that jump and circle the glowing embers: set a torch for me on the path.

Give me courage to walk through this fire to Your music.