It is always sad to see the candle wick die out with a half inch of scented wax still sitting in the bottom of the jar. So, I started to save these little bits of wax and jars and decided to try my hand and re-melting them into a new candle. Here's how I did it!
On this particular Tuesday morning between the hours of 2:00am and 4:00am my body refused to sleep. I was restless. My brain wrestling with my heart to try to make sense of what my world had become when a poem just fell from me - there is no other way to describe it (believe me, I sat here trying to find a less crazy way to put that- I just couldn't). I do not regularly write poetry; I cannot even think of the last time I had thought to do so. Sure, I would categorize myself as a creative (I'm human, aren't we born creatives?) but, poetry was an unfamiliar avenue that I had never really held a road map to. But, on that early, cold morning, my feelings needed a new place to live, and that was the shape they took. I had no choice in the matter, really.
The world can be an unpredictable and uncertain. It can feel random, and with this, impersonal. The random, uncertain, and seeming impersonal moments can lead to a hardened perspective towards the other souls that walk this world. But, after another watch and listen to my all-time favorite TEDTalk I was reminded to not see the [...]