Fanning the fire midweek, we are tossing you a spontaneous quote, question, or conundrum related to Monday’s post. We invite to you riff on this prompt. Or, take a walk on the wild side, and share a story of wisdom, hilarity, or heartbreak to spark further conversation about the path of motherhood. This is a space to talk amongst ourselves—so gather round the hearth, warm your hands, and bare your soul.

Whether practicing the art of surrender at home or in the world, these words from the Hopi prophecy strike a deep cord within me.

There is a river flowing now very fast.
It is so great and swift,
that there are those who will be afraid,
who will try to hold on to the shore,
they are being torn apart and will suffer greatly.
Know that the river has its destination.
The elders say we must let go of the shore,
push off into the middle of the river,
and keep our heads above water.
And I say see who is there with you and celebrate.
At this time in history we are to take nothing personally,
least of all ourselves, for the moment we do,
our spiritual growth and journey come to a halt.
The time of the lone wolf is over.
Gather yourselves.
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and vocabulary.
All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
For we are the ones we have been waiting for.

—The Elders Oraibi Arizona Hopi Nation

What shore are you clinging to? Where do your personal agendas and beliefs keep you from flowing with the great and swift river of life? How can you jump into the current and celebrate?

River Afton