The hare runs into the fire

‘The hare runs into the fire’ photo was taken during my Fire Circle, Monday night.

This sacred held space for sharing our authentic voice allow individuals to feel heard & held in the most special of ways.

I shared the image later with a friend who replied back with this poem he knew.

The hare runs into the fire.
The fire, it takes her, she is not burned.
The fire, it loves her, she is not burned.
The hare runs into the fire.
The fire, it loves her, she is free…
(from I Shall Wear Midnight)

I love to find the symbolism in fascinating experiences…
This could be interpreted as;
+ courage to run into the fire.
+ the faith to run towards what is frightening.
+ the audacity to believe the fire can be defeated.

What do you think?