I light a candle for Katie and a good 25th year for her. She’s off to a good start.
I light a candle for Julie, whose pregnancy is so difficult she will be in hospital until the baby is born.
I light a candle for Chipper, who is sounding more so. She has the WORLD’S WORST CONTRACTOR, at least as far as memory serves. Her cable provider does unspeakable things to long dead goats, also.
I light a candle for Rebecca, who recently started coming to church and who has a simply charming babe in arms.
I light a candle for Lois and her midwifery dreams. High hopes, high hearts, dear one!
I light a candle for Jeff, who ate an entire batch of cookies yesterday. It is a special mercy of providence that I’m only making a dozen at a time, I’d fear for his safety otherwise.
I light a candle for Keith, who is enjoying his new job, both in terms of the level of competence of his coworkers and the fact that he’s doing what he wants to do.
I light a candle for Paul, who body checked me by way of saying hello when he ‘ran into me’ at the mall the other day. I burst out laughing after I got over my startlement… it was such a Paul thing to do.
I light a candle for all honest police officers, all dutiful firefighters, all troops serving the Queen.
I light a candle for independent journalists and documentarians.
I light a candle for all retail workers in this, the most wretched time of year.
I light a candle for the animal companions, past and present. May their spirits encourage us to live in the now.
I light a candle for the weather. It has been rainy, but it hasn’t been cold, and as one of my Seattle based fb friends says, you don’t have to shovel it.
I light a candle for my landpeers. Bert and Kim are made of awesome; I am so happy they look after us.
I light a candle for the successful canvass at church, it’s a big load off my mind.
I light a candle for those who have entered the grove; Unca David, John, Derry, Grandad, Granny, Grandma, Kaitlin, Miriam, George, Carmen, Phillip, Grampa, Bounce and Gizmo.
I light a candle for the displaced, the enslaved, the unwanted and the wounded.
I light a candle for the hope kindled in all of us, sometimes, when it seems there’s no hope to spare.