I don't know about you, but this year has started with an exaggerated pace of getting things done. And after the lull of 2020, I'm somewhat good with that. But at the same time, it's easy to compare a break-neck pace to an open flame.

If left unchecked, flames burn whatever they can without an ounce of mercy.

And, yet, there's still something peaceful and life-giving about a fire. Flames can be wild and frantic, full of energy, but they can also be smooth and subtle while they move across the surface of wood, turning it to ash. With oranges, reds, and blues, there's a lot of beauty to them as well. But that same beauty is consuming. Not unlike trying to do too much in too short a time.