Let there be light

I love candles; they slow me down, they calm and relax me. In their simplistic manner, they are beautiful. They add art and beauty and elegance to my simple dining room table, or when they are hidden about my houseplants. Did I say I love candles?
On my list of learning new skills is candle making. The time will come to try my hand at it, after I gather the needed materials and get the old apartment stove top placed in the old shed. The old shed needs a lot of work, it needs to be mucked-out and put in some kind of order. It looks like a bomb went off in there, when in reality its just been a convenient place to dump things while in a hurry. The whole family is guilty of the disaster out there, but most of its repair will fall on my hubby's shoulders because of the sort of things in the old shed.
I have dreamed of making candles on and off again for years, maybe soon, or maybe not. Until then I will still enjoy beautiful candles. I buy beeswax ones from a organic co-op that I've been a part of for years. Beeswax candles don't drip, they burn slowly and don't bother my sensitive nose: it doesn't get any better than that. So let there be light and there was light. And God said it was good.