Today’s episode begins with the essay Prairie Fire — an apt metaphor for how my life feels right now. I’ll fill you in on everything I’m burning down at a later date, but for now, let’s just watch the flames. My interview with language teacher and pole dance enthusiast Maria Ortega Garcia is perfect for Valentine’s Day. I begin our chat a little skeptical of pole dancing but by the end, I’m actively searching for a class in my neighborhood. We discuss feminine embodiment, safe expression of sensuality, and how embracing sexiness doesn’t happen overnight and is an ongoing journey.
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Have you ever seen a wildfire? Around here, we have prairie fires. They’re similar to forest fires, but instead of engulfing trees, they engulf the dry grasses of the flat prairie. Their size depends on how much brush there is to burn. Sometimes we set these fires ourselves — a controlled burn. We burn all the underbrush to allow for new growth. It’s a violent process. It can be dangerous. It looks threatening to anyone nearby.
But the reality of a prairie fire is controlled chaos. Ultimately, it’s good for the prairie. It allows the ecosystem to evolve and grow. Despite the risk and danger, firefighters have the knowledge and tools to keep the prairie safe.
Everything begins with a spark. Brush begins to smoke and smolder. You can see a single flame crawl to the driest material — a shrub. The flame slowly ingests the shrub and moves onto another, then another, exponentially growing and engulfing the flatland. The flames become tall, the air warm and dry, the smoke thick, and the flames bright. The show is downright majestic.
After the fire gets all of the roaring out of its system, it slowly dies down, leaving smoke, soot, and scorched earth. What’s left on the prairie are the essentials needed to build new life, to allow fresh vegetation to flourish. The soil is rich with lessons the flames left behind.
I dropped a match on the kindling of my life recently and gave it a lot of fuel to burn. It’s hot, painful, and terrifying. But I’m stoking this prairie fire anyway. I’m watching the flames dance around me, engulfing stories that once were mine, cleaning the slates to allow for something new, and patiently awaiting the process of renewal.
The strongest roots will withstand this fire. And I’ll plant new stories in the rich soil that remains.
Stand back. I have the tools. I know exactly what I’m doing. For now, let’s just watch it burn.