The Candle.

I paused and lit a candle. 

Meetings over,

Emails done,

Groceries unpacked,

Head thoughts in a variety of places

Cup of tea made

And in the cool grey of the cloudy afternoon light

I walked slowly to the bookshelf

Took out a tea light

A new one. 

My fingers opened the matchbox

Selected a match. 

Stroked, lit and lit the candle. 

Placing it in its home. 

Then I looked at it…and breathed…

Sometimes I light a candle to notice slowing down

Sometime I light a candle to fill the room with scent… Cedarwood, Sage, Basil or the wild tree smell that reflects the view outside. 

Sometimes I light the candle…. to remind myself…..that I can make light. 

That I can make heat… that I can…..make…….

Sometimes I light a candle, to notice the heart shaped reflection on the wall

Light and warmth forcing its shape upwards into the shadow….I made that happen….I made the shape of love……with the match…and the candle

Sometimes I light a candle ….. because….. it slows me down…. deliberate….attention…. my hands on a task… my senses alive….movement…..to let my body do….to think on creating a place of warmth, light, a place of love, heat and heart….

Sometimes I light a candle…..because a candle lights within me. 

Heart shaped fire, fire shaped heart.