All week, even when it was not dark yet, I felt the urge to burn a candle. To have that flickering presence gave me comfort and I could not make supper without one.
I could not quite put my finger on why I suddenly thought about lighting one.
And then I thought about the tendency to light candles when someone dies or is missing, or lighting candles in church and at romantic interludes.
Lighting candles sears a path between us and someone or something else. It illuminates a way to connect with someone we can't see and the softer, heat generating light helps us get intimately acquainted with someone we don't know well yet.
In the season of turning inwards, sometimes the person we can't see properly, or don't know very well, is ourselves.
Rose Cousins "The Darkness"
"you can't keep the darkness out..."