I live alone with my preschooler in an off-grid cabin on a remote island off the coast of British Columbia.
"Don't wish me happiness I don't expect to be happy all the time....It's gotten beyond that somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor. I will need them all." Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Monday, 23 February 2015
Candles, winter and spring
The candles are going to get dusty. No longer do we eat our supper or start our mornings with them. The growing fingers of daylight have crept into our world and illuminates our waking hours. When I was younger I struggled with the darkness of winter. Now I have come to the place where I accept winter and the darkness for what it is. And with that has come contentment. Why and what it is that makes me accept it at this time in life I do not know. It just is. The last few years I have been making my own beeswax candles. I started to do this because I learned that unlike paraffin candles which are a known health hazard beeswax actually cleanses the air. They also emit a honey scent that I love. This is the aroma that gets me into the honey jar and admittedly I eat more of it in the winter months.