Photo Friday: Fire

I couldn't decide which photo to upload for this prompt, so I chose two. And I think they need to co-exist together. I took these photos on the same night two summers ago at my Mom's beach house. We love to have bonfires, and relax outside at the end of the night.


When I look back at the photo I took of a close up of the bonfire, I see a phoenix bursting into flames. The photo on the right is my face illuminated by the fire. Looking back, I have been through so much pain and sadness in such a short time since then, with the loss of my Father and my Mother being very sick struggling with cancer. Both suffered from/with lung cancer. I don't blog about it often or talk about it, but I have been really thinking about it lately and how it has changed me. My outlook on life, and how it is so precious and short. How life as we know it is so impermanent. About existence after death. I neglected to do much art before I started this blog in January, and since then it has certainly made me feel alive again. . . stirring something in my soul. Through this journey of being strong for my Mother and through my sadness I feel that I am preparing myself to be ready to rise from the ashes a renewed person with a true sense of purpose and duty. I feel a magnificent painting in the works!