Today there was a free share event in my community, and I gave away a lot of stuff. Ornaments, picture frames, plants, pots … all sorts of miscellany. But, I kept my candles.
I have lots of candles. I used to like burning candles so that I could infuse the house with perfumes. It was also a sort of harking back to the days when I had long hair, wore long skirts, and believed world peace was still possible.
When my husband was on an oxygen ventilator I couldn’t burn candles, so I put them away. Now that he’s gone, I have the candles but I don’t use them. It’s as though candles are a shared pleasure and they would be wasted on a single person. Especially the expensive ones, and the gifts.
Maybe I’ll use them one day.