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FIRE IS MY TEACHER

  • lissawhiteman
  • Dec 13, 2024
  • 2 min read

7/11/2024


Fire is my element, my companion, my teacher.


From as far back as I can remember, I’ve felt its pull—a fierce, ancient energy that doesn’t roar with chaos but moves with intention, steady and relentless.



Fire isn’t just about destruction; it’s creation, transformation, raw power. It’s the force of action, will, passion, and desire—all woven into the core of who I am.


This flame within me doesn’t consume recklessly; it purifies, it drives, and it protects. It fuels my work, my loves, and the wild, unyielding spirit I carry with pride.


I know how to wield it, to honor it, to keep it balanced. Though fire is fierce in me, it’s not the only thing—I’m a water baby at heart, too.


It’s the dance, the balance of the elements, that gives me strength and wisdom, calling up just what’s needed in the moment. And yes, that fire burns unapologetically fierce.

I don’t water it down or smooth it out for anyone. It’s an acquired taste, this fiery, spicy energy that lingers and leaves its mark. I love fiercely, protect fiercely, and I don’t apologize for the way I show up in the world, flame-first.


In a world heavy with destruction, war, and greed, keeping this fire alive isn’t always easy.

But that fire—the will to keep going, to act, to shield what I love—burns stronger within me every day.


And here’s what I want: to pass that fire on.


To call in the wild-hearted women who feel that spark in their own belly, who know there’s more, who are ready to fuel the flames of their own lives.


I see you—the fierce, the passionate, the ones who don’t fit neatly into anyone’s boxes.

Let’s gather and burn brightly, unapologetically, fiercely.


If you’re ready to stoke that flame, to embrace your fire and let it light your path, come stand with me.


Let’s let the world feel our heat

 
 
 

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