One of the perks of getting older: I can light candles in my home whenever I so choose.
While I was growing up, candles were for special occasions in our house. My sister and I could be two very lively little girls. I regularly danced in my room and about the house. I was also pretty clumsy; I remember growth spurts where I would continually bump my elbows and knees, like I wasn’t sure what to do with the extra yardage that was me. Bumping and spilling, scraping, knocking over: all activities I experienced on a daily basis.
It was a wise choice that my parents lit few candles and kept them closely monitored.
Candles were reserved for celebratory meals or birthday cakes or to make a power outage just a bit cozier. They were to be taken seriously though: adults always lit them until my sister and I were “adult enough” to strike the match (with shaky fingers) and produce a flame. Then we would all enjoy the immediate change in atmosphere, as the soft flame flickered like a tiny star we had captured in a room.
But now that I’m older and my dance moves are contained (sometimes), and I have matured (which I hear is relative) and can safely light a candle and extinguish it, I enjoy candles with vim and vigor. Being somewhat in control of my little kingdom (aka my home), I love having the soft flame of a candle near me as often as possible. I keep them sporadically throughout the rooms like some people do their houseplants.
I imagine for some people, it’s like using a linen napkin with their meal vs. a paper towel. It’s a little bit of personal luxury that changes the atmosphere; I think it’s because my parents used them for special occasions, when I light one, the atmosphere automatically feels a little special.
As I age, I continually realize small actions (like striking a match) really have the power to change the environment I find myself in. Maybe it's the part of me that likes control. But no matter the case, with age comes power, and I intend to use it, to manipulate the atmosphere around me, and (if a candle is lit) enjoy its glow.
Creator of Love, Auntie.