It is a spiritual time of year. Today, some celebrate the second Sunday of Advent. Others light another candle on the Menorah. I am enchanted with the flame of the Maple trees. Do I forget or is it that the wetness and gray are bringing forth a brighter light?
Perhaps it is related to the scent of evergreen or the inspiration in the burning of candles, but I seem more aware of my inner wick this time of year. It is as though bliss splurts out like fireworks in the sky. I am warm inside.
Blessings offer a wand and cheeks are pink.
