A Third Flame: Rekindling the Passion in your Hearth
My life’s river has wound between hills and into valleys, flowed from deep ravines and into wide plains. Twists, bends, easy drifts, wild rapids. My life has given others comfort and respite in my cool waters and the shade of trees I’ve tended along my banks. I’ve given the excitement of new adventures within my wild rapids. I’ve helped irrigate the crops and fields others plant. I’ve guided and led others to destinations both near and from their origin. Among the many common threads in the lives of those I’ve touched is a perennial drive to find others willing to express mutual passion and sensuality.
Passion is a flame which few learn to control when it is at its zenith. In our youth, our passion burns bright, consuming all time and space we allow. Unbridled, it burns through the false and scars the uninitiated—often ourselves. Finding wisdom in our aging, we gain domain over this creative and destructive power held within us. Most learn to control through denial—feed it less scrub, less bark, and less wood, and the fire is easier to harness. They let the cinders remain, content to have their flame provide a modicum of power it once held.
In Nature, both mankind and beast adapt. We each become comfortable in the lack of as easily as we do in abundance. Our eyes adjust to dim light. Our body adapts to colder climes. We learn to survive with a minimum. We migrate to the places where simulation replaces true lack. We call it ‘good enough.’
However, being thinking and Knowing creatures, we are not content to accept what is, but drift to what was and what could be. Our minds hearken to times when fire kept us warm. We recount the fires we built with others. Wonder why the fire we make with them now seems inadequate. Memory and Nostalgia tell us our heart’s song—we have left ourselves wanting.
Being weak and weary creatures, many recall with terror the times passion caused harm, did damage. They believe igniting that fire again would destroy the world around them. Afraid to be consumed by it, they turn inward, find themselves suffering in silence and—in spite of the home, the table, and the bed they share—profound loneliness. Feeling unseen and trapped by the tradition they created, they don’t consider that their partner suffers with them. The cycle repeats, silence folding into silence. Darkness into darkness. Cold into cold.
But a life dimly lit is not truly life. There is another way. A third path.
As one candle can share its flame to others, a third flame can rekindle any blaze. I invite you to invite me into your home to reignite your passions for each other. To spark anew play, curiosity, exploration, and passion for you and your partner. Not separately, but joined together.
As a companion, I seek to enhance the lives of those I touch. In that way, I do not seek to unmake what has been made, but help build what needs building and shore up what needs support. To breathe new life and warmth into it, to bless it to become greater than the embers you already guard.
I’ve watched my own loves grow, falter, and wither when passion was not given its place. I know the cost of silence, and the risk of imbalance. This is why—though others add grim costs to couple play—I ask no greater price than what I ask of any soul: only the trust to carry the flame faithfully.
