And the smoke filled to the temple and they dropped to their knees in worship.

Bonfires infront of churches during mass, are they some sort of island smoking prayers like in scents in a Greek church...

It's the first day of the calender year and I am the same.

Silence is my friend and while I could choose to spend the day by the fire, in holybooks and chants, I choose so to be molded and softened so the wax of my she'll can receive the imprint of something more than I know. To comtemplate any anything is to remain idle, to empty to nothing is to be filled.....and it's not my doing, I walk blindly to the threshing floor and there I stay, humble and soft yearing for the beloved.... -kmg