After sighing wistfully over both the lovely picture and Wanda’s profound message – I laughed.
I tend to collect. My aunt gave me a beautiful glass jar one year for some occasion. It had a cool wire handle and bright red metal lid and on the outside of the jar someone had opaqued a section of the glass with a soothing cream and painted, in bold script, the word “Simplify.”
I cleared off a section of table space, set the jar in the middle of it and sighed at the peace that surrounded me at the stark yet elegant beauty.
Shortly after that, the jar disappeared under a mound of the debris of daily living.
It was nice while it lasted, though.
I think that’s why I love candles so much. I can pretend the dark shapes that surround them are simply shadows instead of stuff.
Wishing all of you a simple Christmas – full of blessing and wonder.