Since I’m on a Power Trip . . .

My last post on Friday was about the power of positive thinking–today, I want to talk about a different kind of power, or more accurately, the lack thereof.  Last night was a typical Sunday night at my house.  The husband and the kids and I were all in the family room watching TV, using the computer, etc. when BAM! the lights went out.

This happens fairly frequently, and, more often than not, the electricity comes right back on within a few minutes, the outage lasting only long enough to make it necessary to reset the 58 clocks we have in our house.  Not this time.

I scrounged in the kitchen for some candles and brought them into the family room, but the competing fragance combinations were a bit much.  Then, I remembered that upstairs in the guest room I had one of those candle gardens, I think they were called–you know the plate with different size pillars arranged on it?  The best part was, I was pretty sure the candles were unscented.

I set the candle garden in the fireplace and lit it up and it created such a nice, warm, homey glow.  The house was so quiet without the omnipresent white noise hum of the computer, the stereo, the lights and the refrigerator.  It was peaceful, and my family actually talked instead of just occupying the same space.

The lights came back on after a couple of hours, and we went back to business as usual.  However, this afternoon, at about 4:00, with a steady, raw, gloomy drizzle falling outside, I lit the candle garden again.  Why wait for the lights to go out again before enjoying the quiet power of a flickering candle?

Until Next Time,

Joan

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