I commented on Facebook that I have a lot of candles and the attendant candle holders. Once I got to thinking about it, I was, truly, astonished.
I wandered about the house taking photos of candles and candle holders. I do, quite literally, have candles in every room of the house.
I don’t light them as often as I should.
If I lit them all at once, the barn would probably burn down.
There is nothing, almost nothing, I guess, that isn’t improved when viewing it by candlelight. I know that I love how candles (and oil lamps of which I have more than a few) soften the harsh edges of life.
I’m always ready for the frequent power outages even if I do bitch about the lack of wifi.
Doug, too, enjoyed candles and many of those that I now have were his.
It’s been a long time since I’ve lit the house up and wandered from room to room marveling at all that life has given me. I love my home. I love my candles. I love my candle holders.
I am too fond of stuff and, hopefully, my newly adopted meditation practice (more on this tomorrow) will help me loosen the bonds of stuff, but, mostly, I find my treasures to be blessings and not burdens. Mostly.
There’s a great purge coming.
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I keep enough to read by if the electricity goes out..