Some evenings ago I lit a candle on my window ledge.This was something new to me. I light candles a lot, but never before by an open window.
The light danced. It flickered and guttered whimsically. It was so peaceful. I turned out my light and my bedroom was filled with wavering shadows, seductive light moving with the air.
I relaxed, I slept, and in the morning I was greeted by the still flowing light. I rose at once and put out the candle so I could be mesmerised once more in the coming night.
Many religions celebrate light as we lose it, but the Christian calendar does not until Christmas. Then we are plunged in darkness but begin to look forward to the second by second increase of light.
Jesus told me he is the Light of the world. I celebrate light in all its forms. The candle at my window is a new ritual for me.
I shall keep it going.
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