Sprite Night
There is a definite primitive pleasure to be savoured in the act of creating and settling for the evening before a garden fire. As well as clearing the garden of debris collected from the maintenance of hedges and shrubbery and other natural waste, it also allows the mind to discard the clutter of everyday thought. Its warmth and wonder roots your body before its flames, allowing the mind the time immerse itself in contemplation. Its meditative quality is primordial, its metamorphosis of matter a personal invitation to return to deeper reflection.
A swig or two on the fermentation of certain fruits aids the journey away from the mechanised and digitalised world of your everyday reality. And suddenly, if you permit it, you can explore an ancestral magic that is a rich and powerful balm for you soul.
