As I sit down to write, it’s a proper grey December
afternoon. Ostensibly still in the
middle of the day, there’s been no sign of the sun even though science tells me
it is actually still there, hidden away behind the thick blanket of cloud. It’s a good job physics et al have a
reasonable track record in being correct about this kind of stuff else right
now I’m not sure I’d believe them.
Returning to my computer after lunch, I immediately flicked
on all the electric lights in the room.
Then, in an action that has been repeated innumerable times in countless
locations over many a long year, I struck a match. I struck a match and lit the lone candle that
sits on my office desk. Suddenly the gloom
lifts. Illuminated by the flickering
wick near the window, the scene outside takes on a new atmospheric hue, making
me almost want to bundle up and head out for some of its fresh, crisp air. Inside, the room assumes a golden glow, an
aura of festivity and sparkle. My mood
is lifted and I am ready to write and work.
The little candle will remain my constant companion in the hours ahead,
the flame seeming to burn even more brightly once the grey sky drifts to black.
Of course in the same way that I know the sun is there somewhere
behind the clouds, the rational part of my brain knows that the 100w
bulbs overhead are doing more to light the room than the one small votive. But what we know to be true does not always
correspond neatly with what we feel, or what we would like to believe. And perhaps that is never more true than in
the depths of winter. For good or ill, magic
and mystery lurk in the dark shadows that embrace the northern hemisphere
during these months.
It’s perhaps no surprise that so many faiths have a major
festival during this fourth quarter of the calendar year. Our souls, whatever label we attach (or
none), long for a flicker of light and a glimmer of truth about what it means
to be alive when so much around us seems to be dead. In this context, a cylinder
of wax can take on a huge weight of symbolism,
from the advent candle to the Hannukkah menorah.
In this thirteenth and final week of The Fourth Quarter seasonal journey, I’d like to encourage you too
to light a candle. It doesn’t have to
mean anything other than being a pretty twinkle on a tabletop. Or it can be a light in the dark in the most
profound way you can possibly imagine.
It might be somewhere in between the two.
Ignite a candle this week and in the weeks ahead if for no
other reason than to bring another source of light into your life, however
small. We all need a bit of extra light
sometimes, and we have the ability to give that gift to ourselves as simply as
with striking a match.
As with over the previous twelve weeks, you can share your
thoughts and images either the A Life Of One’s Own
Facebook page or using the hashtag #fourthquarter2015 on Instagram and/or
Twitter. This is it in terms of The Fourth Quarter autumn and winter
journey. I cannot believe how quickly
the months have passed! I’ve loved
sharing my seasonal reflections with you and hope that they’ve bought comfort
and joy, to hijack a currently seasonal phrase.
From the new year I’ll be back to sharing regular blog posts but if
there’s anything in particular you’d like to see me write about (or indeed
*read* me write about!) then get in touch.
Suggestions are always welcome as I want to be as much help to others as
I can be.
Have a happy holiday season all, and I’ll see you back here