My sanctuary where I love to mountain bike was burning. But I saw that this destructive fire had passion. And no such passion existed in my life. I was going through marital separation. Looking back, the fire helped me to realize that I must move on with my life and put the failed marriage behind me.
Love can be destructive, like a fire.
We are burned, and we leave love in the ashes. When we recover from love's losses, we grow stronger, just as the plants and wildflowers in Laguna have been rejuvenated by the fire's ashes. Fire and Love is my favorite poem. Feel the passion in the wall of flames blowing across the hills. Picture the Laguna fire and hills burned to ashes.