when the fire starts


I couldn’t sleep last night….caught up in worry.

When it gets to the point where you’re adding worrying about not getting to sleep to your list of worries, I think that things have gone a little too far.

It’s a shame when you have a night like that.

When I got up this morning, it was still pretty cool….so I started a fire in the woodstove and watched it catch, sitting back on my feet…crouched…tired.

It hit me that it was a real kindness that I could see that something as simple as lighting a fire could give us so much comfort.

I worry about stuff.

I want things to be “right”…but worry just gums up the works.

Worry doesn’t do anything good for me

I know that….but I still worry.

Something about the septic system has got me pretty….bothered.

I think that we need a new one.

That’s kind of an expensive item to have done.

So, to have something as simple as successfully lighting a fire in the woodstove provide a temporary distraction from my worries….is a good thing.

There are simple things that distract in a good and positive way.

That’s the life, really.

The worry is the dream…the ghost….the thing that waits in the closet but doesn’t really exist.

All we really have are the things that actually come to light in our world.

All that really matters are the actions we take.

I will worry….that’s my way….but I need to spend more time attacking the things that I can make good in our lives.

I think that I should sleep better tonight.

I really….should.




About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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