My friend Andrea Levendusky is easily one of my favourite writers. She’s insightful without be assuming. She’s intelligent without being pretentious. She teaches as friend sitting beside you on a couch rather than an instructor standing above you. Keep an eye out for this woman’s work! I’ve included an excerpt from her most recent blog post below, but you can read the whole thing here.

“Wasn’t it just last summer, when we sat around the fire pit and our voices disappeared into the dark blue sky, along with the orange sparks that splashed into the star-lit ocean? Wasn’t it the Adirondack pines that sheltered us as we listened to music and he laughed, and she sighed, and they drew closer, and we let the flames simmer down until sleep called us? Wasn’t it the heat of August when we circled around and asked big questions, knocked sticks against the stone and pulled out some pieces of ourselves there under the arc of earth? Hasn’t it always been the fire we surround, the fire within us that draws us to each other, that burns us, that reveals us, that rings within us the fragile bells of need, love, fear and doubt with one another?”

I highly recommend reading the whole thing: Kinship with the Fire by Andrea Levendusky.