Sitting with the candle last night my heart sighed to think
of all the wonder. The flame, once stilled, began to dance. It made me giggle.
To watch how sensitive the flame was to movement and yet the wick stood still.
The wick like the trees this morning, dancing with clipper winds, bending and
swaying and yet they remain steadied and strong. To use the flame of Life as a
guide when that about us would cause us to sway. Noticing the source the movement, and knowing
you, your essence, your truth remains untouched. To dance with the flame and
yet in fierce grace to protect the flame. The way the winds may blow we cannot
control but we can choose how and when the precious flame will dance, stretch
or stand in stillness. Our light moving outward to touch all around and unveil
the darkness, but at its essence, its truth, it is our flame.
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