C is for Cables and Candles, and Chocolate, and Cats
C is for Candles
They light our dinner tables, our bathrooms, our windows.
They send our prayers of thanksgiving, and hope, and wishes for health and healing on their way.
When scented, they can fill our spaces with wonderful aromas, or mask the clinging odor of a co-worker's stale cigarette smoke.
A single candle in the dark is a night light for a child, a guide to the bathroom for a guest, a beacon of hope.
A dozen candles together is a gentle light to fill a room without the harshness of electric lights.
They evoke moods, and soothe the spirit.
Whether the light is symbolic or useful, scented or not, candles provide my favorite light.... Unless, of course, I'm trying to take a picture.
Without which many a sweater or scarf or pulse warmer or hat would be deadly dull. (and without which we could not have Rogue!
C is also for Chocolate
I'm guessing I don't need to say a lot about this....
I prefer mine rich and dark.
and, of course, you knew I'd go here, didn't you?
C is for Cats, without whom, my life would be ... well... different, in a way I'm not sure I'd like
Shadow was the first cat who lived with me after I moved from my mother's house. He endured many moves, a summer job that meant he flew to Colorado for three months, countless room-mates' pets (other cats, dogs, etc), and the arrival of my children, whom he loved. He was affectionate to a fault, and trained me to sleep with him purring in my ear.
He lived a long and happy life... and died peacefully in my arms in 2001. I miss him still.
He died before we ever had a digital camera.
Gabriel came into our home about 6 months after Shadow left. I found him at the same Humane Society from which Shadow came. He was in the same cage too. (yes, I still remembered). It was fate....
And yet, Gabriel will not cuddle anywhere but in this chair. He sleeps at my feet, not on my head.
He's pushy with his affection, but so differently : he brings me live trophies as gifts... birds, mice, rabbits, voles. He's so very generous.
And, he tolderates his fellow four footed housemates well.
She's cuddlier than Gabriel, but only sometimes as pushy as Shadow.
My father, who tenerally has no time for cats, actually likes this one.