Crucible
A melting pot
A transformative container
Where all the material within combines
Melts
Bends
Transforms
But here is the catch
You can only ever change
What already exists inside you
Your experience to here
This point
Is all you’ve ever got
To carry you higher and higher.
What has gone before
All of it
Is tossed into the maw of the current experience
What comes out
Contains remnants of who we were
Forged and welded
Into something different
I love the word “crucible”. It describes that experience of transformation so beautifully. The experience that melts and transforms.
Header photo – my feet almost in the fire clad in two layers of socks. Campfire after an 8 hour bike ride and hiking week-end a few years ago – the old fellow in the camp grounds (a caravan dweller) said I would freeze in my swag – I didn’t. but I did beat him out of bed the next morning for more hiking then the long trip home.
Discard opinions, choose your crucibles.
Can’t see the header photo for some reason
Hmmm sorry about that, it’s definitely there though
It’s probably a jetpack/android issue, all good
I love that word too Kate, it really encompasses the gravity of the trial. beautiful piece! Mike
There are so many beautiful words in the English language (I’m sure there are in other languages too, I’m just not as aware of them) people use the same common words day in day out, when there are so many to use as alternatives – plus, it adds a different layer to the experience 😊
Thanks Mike I appreciate that 😊
Profoundly and beautifully true! Wonderful observation, Kate. I enjoyed teaching the play, by the same name. 🎭 Some standout lines, like your poetry.
Johnny Tremain. And his crucible forced him to change. You don’t have to discard opinions; you just have to be ready to revise them! 🙂 Nice.
I’m vague on the reference Lynn, will have to look him up, thanks 😊