Spring is progressing. The Woods is blooming…with a controlled burn. A controlled burn is frightening if you do not know what is occurring. Smoke everywhere. Little fires throughout the forest. The Park Rangers watch attentively. One walks ahead to ensure safety. The Old Man said that the fires create a lot of smoke. The PR said yes and that there would be more before they had completed their mission.

So it is with us…We have controlled burns in our lives. We must throw hatred into the small fire. Selfishness and greed…prejudice… narcissism… conspiracy theories have to be burned safely.

Room for Peace is needed. Not the peace that money can buy…a sense of place is our home. At times, there is smoke in our lives. We search for the fire. Tears are a good counteragent to the flame. Tears of joy…hope… renewal as we travel the road Home.

Weeds come up in daily life. Trees fall in our soul and need to be removed. Brambles encircle our hearts. Vines tie up our spirits. All need a controlled burn to facilitate the new growth…the green shoots pushing through the blackened Earth. New life unencumbered by the hurts and imaginations…the trauma of our past.