The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Fire Spirit Woman

I am snapping and popping in oranges and grays
Falling into myself, starting from zero, and rebuilding
Like a phoenix, I die and rebirth, over and over, 
Enjoying my transformation each time learning something

Humans sometimes do not understand me, 
Goddess of Fire, but I am easy for those who do.
People who are constantly reinventing themselves,
Geminis for sure, and some Aquarians.

I know they are not supposed to be fire signs,
But many are, and make no apologies for it.
Understanding that remaining in one element
Is stagnant and boring

Staring into a fire, wishing they were reducing
And reimagining themselves in a new form 
This is what fire is all about. I am their goddess.
When I see them staring into me, I recognize their need.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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