The Fire That Remains : A Woman's Strength

Even when untended, the flame remembers itself.

Not every fire is a blaze. Sometimes it is only an ember, faint but alive, holding on through the dark. You may not notice it at first, yet it glows quietly, steady beneath the ash.

I think of this when I look at the lives of women. The way strength shows up in the smallest of gestures - rising again after being told to sit still, offering kindness when none is returned, creating beauty in hidden corners where no one is watching. This too is fire.

It is not new. Women before us carried it, tucked into silence, passed from hand to hand, generation to generation. Some might call it courage, some might call it stubbornness, but whatever the name, it endures.

And even when it feels like nothing is left, even when it is not more than a spark, it waits. Enough to remind us we are not lost. Enough to rise again when we remember ourselves. This is the fire that remains.

This reflection is part of The Wool Woman's Journey. For more, you may enjoy wandering further into her journey on the Wool Woman's page where I gather more writings together.

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