Have you ever sat around a fire and watched entranced as the flames dance through the air in a mystical and colorful expression?    From within the fire, embers blaze-molten red and orange, sparking the glorious journey that each flame will take. Each flicker of light turns into an indigo ash, whispering through the night air, surrounding us as we breathe in a new aroma, resigning ourselves to the 'comfort' of the blaze.

Similar to that of a fire, life remains a sequence of events sparked from embers of opportunity, pain, love, curiosity, growth, and comfort. It is often at the end of a journey, as we watch the ashes of our experiences float into the schema of our lives that we take time to notice the embers that sparked the journey's that we have experienced. What would be learned from tracing back each flame, each journey, to the smoldering embers that precipitated each experience? Would hurt be less painful, love be more meaningful, growth be more fulfilling? What lies between the ember and the ash?