Candle light
It's part of a sacred moment. I light a candle and dedicate it to the goddess, thinking of people in age past who did the same thing, different goddesses or gods over millennia of time.
The candle casts a pale light, tentative at first until the wick really flares us. Now I see the room around me, the light catching on the corners of the books on the table, the mirror on the wall and the notebook and pen in front of me.
I pick up the pen and start to write, morning pages for the new year and the new day.
The thoughts pass in front of my mind. What am I grateful for today? What affirmations do I want to make for myself? How do I want to be today?
Time passes. The candle burns down slowly and the sky brightens with the rising sun, red and orange in the morning air.
My pen stops writing. Now the day can begin.
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