Gathering Wood

Perhaps I have been gathering wood. It is what I have done. I have lived mostly in my mind, accumulating books, knowledge...going to healers, shamans, therapists to exorcise the hurt inside me, to uproot the fear that has kept me captive. It has been a gathering of wood, all of it. I know this process very well, gathering thoughts and ruminating in my head. I have come to know my shadow very intimately. It takes me out for drinks and tries to keep me down in the basement with it. We dance round and round. I have slowly gained access to the other floors now and again. Even walked out the front door to secretly and quietly gather wood. I wasn't sure what for but I did anyway. I knew deep down that the time would come that I would need it. I would grow tired of living in the basement. I would grow beyond the other floors and walls of this place. I would get tired of my shadow distracting me. It would not contain me anymore. I knew the day would come when I would take all the wood I had gathered, pile it up inside and all around this old outgrown space and burn it down to the ground!