A renewal of the tall grass - the ritual of the spring burning.
Even though my house is filled with smoke, I feel the dead around me being burned away - to make room for the new. Within a few days this scene will be filled with bright green grass as far as the eye can see in any direction. This is why we love the Flint Hills. The Native peoples before us took such loving care of their mother earth. I know she must miss their compassion and love.
But, each spring, we get another chance to get it right. A do-over.
It feels like I am also burning away another layer of old stuff this spring. Changes are underfoot. I am looking forward to a new peace within.