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.
