Beautiful Beeswax Candles. Give Yourself the Gift of Something Sacred

A short story

She sat by the window, a lit candle beside her and a book on her lap. Outside rain was pouring, and the night was growing closer, the evening darkness deepening. She welcomed it. She was tired. Bone tired, but at least she allowed herself to feel it, to sit with it. She could rest now, she just needed to let go, and that was harder than expected. She was holding on to so many things, her body tense with painful memories. Slowly she felt herself sinking deeper into herself, allowing the darkness to wrap a comforting blanket around her, feeling the warm glow of the candle on her face. She could rest now. 

HZVL000ZBeautiful Beeswax Candles.

Beeswax candles are sacred to me. Somehow they feel different than other candles, and I can’t quite put my finger on what it is. I love their glow, I love that sweet scent of honey. I love the bees that worked so hard to create the wax that made them.

But there’s something else as well. I read somewhere the beeswax purifies the air when burned. Isn’t that amazing? To go with that I’ve also lately read about how bad paraffin candles are for our health, especially if we burn a lot of them.

Lately I’ve only been using candles made of paraffin. They’re cheaper and so much easier to find. While living in California I would buy ones made of palm wax at my local health food store, but after moving to Norway it’s much harder to find such things.

Though as I side note I would like to share that I discovered the loveliest little shop close by. I was surprise to find such a gem in the tiny town where I live. It’s called the «Dream Garden» and sells anything from plants to chocolate to little beauties for the home. I found scented soy candles there. It made me happy. I had been searching for something like that, and it was a special gift for myself.

I’ve always preffered natural candles, but I haven’t allowed myself to buy them because of the price. That is until recently when I read an article on just how bad paraffin really is. Also, I was reminded that beeswax burns up to three times slower than regular candles, which actually makes them quite economical!

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Is Paraffin Really That Bad?

This was my question. I asked my good friend Google, and it seems that not all paraffin candles are created equal. The best thing is to avoid the really cheap stuff. The package of tea lights I have at home claims they are “clean burning” and I haven’t noticed any black smoke coming from them at all. Avoid buying from dollar stores, and look for something of higher quality. Ikea has good candles.

Paraffin is a waste product of petroleum. (I also knew this, but never gave it much thought. Maybe it was easier not to). When burned it releases toxins that we of course breathe in, which can be as dangerous as second hand smoking!

 

Give Yourself the Gift of Something Sacred

Today I’m buying beeswax candles from an online shop. Not just because they’re natural, but also because they bring that feeling of something sacred into my home. They give me more than just a pretty glow. I wish I knew how to put it into words, though I think you know what I’m trying to say. I’m all about how something makes me feel.

Other natural candles I like to buy are ones made of soy and palm wax.

I love beeswax, but if I want aromatheraphy I usually buy scented soy candles as they seem to carry the scent a bit better. I also make sure that they are blended with essential oils and not from anything synthetic. If I buy them from a local shop I always smell them first, like I did at the «Dream Garden» and found I couldn’t stand the one with the aroma of «rose», it just smelled fake, probably because rose essential oil is terribly expensive.

I’ve placed my order now. I feel a thrill as I wait for the package to arrive, though it will take a few days.

Mountain Rose Herbs has beautiful beeswax candles. 

Which things are sacred to you?

Passing Into the Mist

IMG_1856Something happens when it rains. The air gets a freshness to it that clears my mind, brightens my spirit. The last couple of days have been rainy, misty and quite magical. It’s been sunny almost every day since I moved to my new apartment and now I welcome the rain. I like to watch the little raindrops on the branches, being warm and cozy at home while hearing the wind and the torrent of rain in the distance.

Last night I was drawn into the mist. I brought my camera as I wanted to practice taking pictures for Photo Meditations that started last week. There were a lot of moments I wanted to capture. Magic was all around me.

There is something especially mysterious about a misty evening, perhaps because of all the stories about strange, enchanted creatures that hides in the fog. My mom would jokingly warn me to watch out for Tussene (Norwegian name for beings living underground) that would come out at dusk. I don’t think she knew just how wild my imagination got from her saying that. While playing outdoors I would imagine all kinds of creatures in eyeing me from the shadows.

Being outside I quickly got lost in the mist, the rain. My husband came out with me, but returned back home as I continue my journey down the road with camera in hand. Soon it got too dark to take pictures and I found myself just standing still, listening, feeling. Images from my childhood came to me, of playing outside late into the evening, sometimes with friends and having a blast. I remember being happy, careless. I did not question my right to experience joy, it was just the way things were. I remembered days and nights of rain, and deep puddles that I loved to play in. I had forgotten all about that part of my life.

I began to watch my thoughts, all those doubts and chaotic chatter. I focused in on my heart instead, trying to feel its guidance, asking it what to do. I turned my head upwards towards the rain, feeling the drops on my skin, on my lips. The air felt alive. I felt alive. I considered going home and I started to turn back, only to stop again, unable to leave that wonderful feeling that the night, rain and mist gave me. I wanted to sink into it all the way.

A car came towards me. It was my husband coming to look for me. It’s late he said as I opened the car door, you went out to take pictures and now it’s dark and it’s raining. What were you doing all this time? Feeling the rain I said, smiling and apologizing for making him worry.

 

 

 

Why Do We Fear Joy?

lamour_au_papillon-largeI don’t remember when I started being afraid of joy. But it’s true. Whenever I’m happy I tense up and I worry that it will be taken away, that something horrible will happen that I’m not prepared for.

But I’m starting to realize that those moments of joy give me strength. They give my life meaning. I think it’s about facing life with open arms, no matter what it brings us, and to feel deeply, both the love and the pain.

I’m sitting here with my cup of dandelion coffee while gazing out the window. The spring sun on the trees fills my heart with such beauty it makes me want to sing. I’m making bone broth on the stove and the sound of simmering water is beautiful as well.

Roasted dandelion root in the oven makes the whole room smell amazing. Dark and fragrant. Using my senses, feeling alive that gives me joy. I will sink into it. I won’t be afraid. No more fear. I don’t want to look back at my life and see myself in a cage of fear that I could have broken out of if only I had dared harder.

Being near my divine mother, the goddess (she has many names) gives me a feeling of great beauty. Sensing her helps me remember who I want to be. She loves me unconditionally and it makes me want to cry because I do so many things that hurt her. I feel she is teaching me how to live better, how to allow joy by not being afraid of pain.

What about you dear reader? When joy comes knocking, do you welcome it with an open heart?

 

 

Listen With your Heart

IMG_1793There are some stories we find especially inspiring. Perhaps because they speak to something deep within us, something yearning to come out, to be remembered.

I remember watching certain scenes of Pocahontas over and over again one late night when I should be working on a paper for school. I was drawn to this Indian princess who would talk to trees, listen to the spirits of nature and run as fast as the wind to save the man she loved. Of course Disney makes everything seem romantic, but I deeply wanted to have her strength, to be free and connected to nature the way she was.

 

 

I especially love the scene where she rushes to save John Smith.

 

Eagle help my feet to fly

Mountain help my heart be great

Spirits of the earth and sky please don’t let it be too late…

 

What is it about calling upon the spirit of animals and mountains that draws me so?

 

There is that magic I can’t put into words. Trees, birds, animals…perhaps they all have a meaning beyond what we see. That’s what draws me to plants and herbal medicine as well, that hidden something that can only be sensed with the heart.

 

I feel nature has a lot to teach us. Nature revives me. Being outside helps me get out of my head, helps me not feel so trapped within myself.

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Lately I’ve been walking into the forest, crossing a small stream and sitting down under some trees where the ground is free from snow. There I let go of all my frustration. I pray. I look at the sky, the moving clouds and the wind in the trees. I take pictures, I journal. Insights come to me like drops of water and I begin to feel better. I smile.

 

Today I daringly kicked off my heavy winter boots and felt the wet, cold moss under my feet. I’ve always been told to not go barefoot until summer, when the earth is warm once more, but I just couldn’t help myself. There is something so grounding about having my bare feet against the earth, it feels so good. I can’t wait for the time when I can leave my feet naked all the time. I think we’ve lost a great deal of happiness through our disconnection with the earth.

 

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Being in this new place, so intimate with nature, it’s changing me. I loved being in California, I miss parts of it, but I began to feel tired, my spirit worn from being in the city so many years. This place is so quiet. I can rest here. I’m beginning to remember who I am.

As I go deeper into nature I sink deeper into myself. I feel there is a whole new world I’m about to discover, a whole different way of being and though I’m afraid to leave the comfort of my old ways, I also feel I’m being guided.

I think I like Pocahontas so much because she is taught to use intuition. Listen with your heart. Going with that inner voice has changed my life completely for the better. I do have my doubts, but I’m surprised to feel a strange sense of knowing in my bones, when I stop to listen I know what to do.