Candles...

    Not everyone believes in the power of prayer. To be honest, even though I do it, I'm not sure I completely believe in it. I do believe in God, however I don't believe that prayers for the impossible will make a difference. On the off chance prayers do come true I always try to pray for something practical. A clear mind for the doctors on the day of surgery. Sun shinning in the window invoking a smile. Laughter & love on a gloomy day. I will also be honest and admit that when someone I care about or love is not in a good way I have asked my sweet Maggie to watch over them and help them in whatever way is best for them. I suppose I do it partially for my own peace of mind. I also tend to light candles. Every time I look at or smell the candle I think of that person. Each time I think of them I try to always think a positive thought in hopes that the supposed power of prayer & positive thoughts really will work.

    Ever since Maggie died I've had her photos on the top of a cabinet in the living room. Along with her photos is a plant we received at her funeral, and some angels that were also given to us. I don't always have a candle lit in her memory because, well...you know, life gets in the way of things sometimes.   However, when I do have a candle lit that's where it is. Back in March a dear friend of mine became seriously ill. Considering they were on the other side of the country, and there was nothing I could do in person to help them other than verbal support & comfort, I lit a candle for them. Then again just recently another friend has become seriously ill. They too are very far away, so I have also lit a candle for them.

    After talking with a friend about the candles I decided to send him a photo. He asked me if I was going to post the photo here on Monkeys & Windex. The thought had never crossed my mind. I started thinking about it and thought, 'Why not?'.

In the background you see a photo of Lily & Kiera from this summer. The red bottle is a gift from my sister in-law. It's a glass, hand blown, perfume bottle, decorated with real gold. It would shine more if I would have remembered to dust it before I took the photo. (oops).  Right now I'm in the process of making room for one more candle. Yup, another one. Will we ever get a break? How many more blows can we take? Sigh.....will the pain and heartache ever stop...?