There’s something about fire and flames. I love fires, whether on the beach, camping or in the fireplace. I could spend hours just staring at the flames licking around the wood. Stare deeper into the blaze and the imagination goes wild. Flames begin to take shape and you get lost in the story they tell. Fire burns and turns things to ash. I recently had an unpleasant experience. Something that I never wanted to do or think about. Memories that were forgotten had to remembered again. It was painfully difficult and there was no getting out of it. I took a suggestion from a friend and wrote out what I was going to say. It came to about seven or eight pages front and back. After I had finished resurfacing these memories I tore out those pages from my notebook and burned them. Yes, I lit the match and watched as the flames BURNED those memories into ash. Those words and memories were being consumed. They were disappearing. A sigh of relief and contentment filled me. I burned the past. It’s gone and there’s nothing else to do but go forward.