There is something about fall for me. The weather, the colors, the stars in the sky, all take on an even deeper meaning for me in the fall. I become very introspective – pondering about our world and my place in it.
The days become shorter, and there is more time for candlelight, in my game plan. Candlelight has a very special place for me, having been entranced by it as I sat through many a Catholic mass growing up. Even when the ritual and the priest’s ministrations became long, the flickering of the candles at the altar kept my attention. And I absolutely loved to put my coins in the long slit in the metal stand that held the red votive candles in front of Our Mother of Perpetual Help.
And God knows, there were even more candles at the funeral masses I had the good fortune of singing for with the rest of the fourth grade choir at St. Michael’s. I learned you needed lots of candles to honor the presence of God in the room.
Thus, it should be no big surprise that Marty and I have been eating by candle light for years. And when the evenings get longer and longer, the whole garden room is alight with the votive candles I light in every corner.
Of course at one point Marty commented that “this feels like church!” And he really doesn’t need that. But I do.
I know our home is a very special place. It is alive with art, every room filled with the furniture pieces he has lovingly crafted over the years – and all of the paintings and sculptures he traded furniture pieces for. The tables are graced with pottery vases and bowls, hand-forged iron candlesticks…….. every piece a loving gift from the maker. And that creativity mirrors the Godness of each of those artists and crafts people……………… creating a very sacred place, a place that emanates spirit in each and every room.
And music has been added to the space over the past couple of years. Marty can be found practicing Irish airs on his guitar for hours at a time – the music adding a new dimension to the soulfulness of our home. Even the sweet melodies that I can sometimes evoke from my dulcimer contribute to energy that abides there.
So candle light is part of the ritual of celebrating our sacred space each and every day. And additionally, ever since Marty was fighting the ravages of cancer, I have lit a candle in the kitchen to call healing angels to assist us in that struggle.
People sometimes ask about us why we don’t “go to church”. We do. It is where we live.