There is something really special about a candle flame.
It feels alive. It actually glows.
I like to eat dinner with a candle. There’s a moodiness that just seems so right, like we’re in a higher presence.
I tried an interesting meditation practice. I stare at a candle as long as possible without blinking, and then close my eyes. I was surprised to see the yellow flame, with my eyes closed, turn into a deep purple box. It was so clear. It was amazing.
I remember going to church and seeing a rack of row upon row of candles lit in little red glass holders. Nearby was a stick and match to light your own candle. All of these flickering flames in red holders were mesmerizing. All were actually living prayers, by all kinds of people, for all kinds of reasons.
It was so beautiful. And there was this faint smell of delicious incense. I can picture it vividly right now.
I like to see hundreds of candle flames, like when I see tealights floating on water, or hundreds of candles each held by a person at Easter Vigil.
But I am just as happy to see one candle lit, for it reminds me that each of us shines our light into the world, and illuminates more than we think.