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Candled…

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I scraped and stabbed and chipped away at the wax, hoping to expose the drowned wick.

Ironic.

I ignored the purposed amount of new candles I’d just set out; I felt compelled to free this one. Eventually I ended up on the floor, legs crossed, working hard at that candle. Breathing heavy. Anxious.

In a moment of metacognition I had this inner conversation with myself. I asked myself why it was so important to free this one inconsequential wick? I answered that there remained a flicker of life and light in that candle. So I continued to scrape away all the sediment and ash.

Eventually my hands grew tired and I promised myself I would chip away more wax later that day, determined to bring light from that burial.

But, still not knowing why.

Until now, in this recounting… I can see that I need light in my life, warm soothing glowing light, and I’ll do just about anything to get it.

Slowing

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The room was an orangy-yellowy candly glow. And despite the flurry of meetings and raised blood pressure, my mind came to a near-stop at the sight of soft flickering light. My thoughts were clear. My heart relaxed. And everything slowed. Slowed so peacefully. So soulfully. All the everythings just vanished. It was enough to put me to sleep, in the best way, for the rest of the day.

I felt still.

Very still.

I resolved to create this powerful and inspiring stillness in my own home. To give myself permission to slow. To create a sanctuary for myself. To make Space.

By 8pm, the candles were lit.

And life felt so much easier.

My worries melted and dripped with the wax that ran down and over and onto fabric. And it was ok. Accidents were ok. Messes were ok.

I was ok.