As we make our way towards the solstice, the dark days and cold weather draw us together as families and friends seeking warmth and companionship.
We love this extract from the poem 'The Fire' by
Margaret Tait, which captures this need for light and warmth in the darkness.
Tending a fire
As a full-time occupation
Is a feminine contentment.
To watch the flames rise,
Hear the crackle
And judge the correct moment and the correct place
to add the next bit of fuel
Satisfies
Some ancient impulse.
Hearth-keeper,
I build a little flame
And keep it there, feed it, keep it going
To warm you all by and feed you and cheer you by
And cheer myself too,
Cheer the deepest comfortless dark in my own self.
(from 'The Fire' in
origins and elements 1959)
