One Apple A Day #693 - search the ember
It's dawn, and the air is chilly.
We are not supposed to regroup before an hour.
But I can hear the first early-riser getting out of their tents.
It's a misty morning, the mountains around are hiding.
I walk to the middle of the open space, the place where the fire burns during the day. There are no flames, but I can see some embers pulsing under the ashes.
I'm not great with fire. But I love to watch how the other men can quickly start one. And I love to watch the flames dance. I just never been useful in starting a fire.
Only now I'm here alone before those embers. And I swear, they are calling. So, I did as I saw others doing the day before. I put some new wood over the embers, and I start blowing. Gently.
With every blow, the ember comes alive and glow. Every time a bit more. Until all of a sudden, a flame bursts and the fire comes alive again.
Since that day, breathing life into a glowing ember became one of my favourite experiences. It's magical how it happens.
Sometimes, our potential is like an ember, a faint light under the ashes. If we do nothing, it will go dark and cold. But if we breathe our being into it, the ember will start glowing again until it will burst into flame and irradiate our life.