Pursuing Calefaction

Well, this is home. Cardboard boxes sit unpacked, still smelling of the truck and the city and the movers’ sweat. The walls are still white, untouched by brush or scuffed by furniture. The carpet even smells new!

I thought I would have something interesting to say for my first entry ever in my own blog, but I am simply pleased to have begun. I have led myself (and have been led) by small steps to this doorway, and now there is nothing for it but to start. To light the match; to catch the accumulated, organic pile of emotions and reasons and happenstance on fire; to form a bed of coals; to burn brightly in the night, bringing others near for warmth and mirth.

May my life be spent not in vain but in earnest, pursuing calefaction.