All the ways we shiver, all the ways we’re warmed. Sensual thing, lending your heat to someone else for a time, skin on skin and the exchange of passion and warmth, sensual thing indeed. Comes as no surprise that in the thick of Winter, we crave this connection, when we’re at our coldest we need to be reminded of all things fiery and true. All the ways we shiver, from chill, from loneliness, from the anticipation of what comes when it finally fades away. All the ways we’re warmed, from tenderness, from passion, from all that passes when lights go out and morning waits in the wings.
Dear Tyler — Thank you for your thoughts and wonderful poem this morning.
I think some telepathy happened this morning. Just after I had finished the Tanka verses below I received your daily Chasers post on warmth. Hm. I got up at 5:30 this morning and found things rather cold. So, I made a fire in our chimney and just sat there and looked at it. I am a very visual person (true and blue empath!) and noticed that the sight of the fire warmed me psychologically. Looking at fires makes me feel warm, holding a glass of cognac with its beautiful color warms me, and just looking at my beloved in a cozy duvet napping lets me feel warm. Of course, in a pinch, hugging a teddy bear will do that too. I wrote this poem while tending the fire. It doesn’t have to be bourbon, Hot tea or coffee or hot chocolate will do it too. As long as I can see steam.
cold and grey skies are with us
we need a fire
yes, we have a fireplace
and lots of dry wood to burn
now things have improved
we have a crackling fire
that makes us feel warm —
now, why not add some bourbon
warm up our insides too
let me tell you this:
with bourbon and a fire
you can make magic
seeing both flames and bourbon
warms both your heart and your soul
The best of warmth, in the winter, is a wood stove! It was my second favorite household item, next to a large extremely hot bath, while living in Alaska. When the stormy winds blew and we had no power, the warmth of that fire heated not only us but our food, our coffee and our souls. Heat, the necessary survival tool for a happy Alaskan in the winter.....