I was in a quiet chapel some time ago and saw this. Couldn’t help but think that each one was a memory in someone’s heart. So I lit one each for my Mom and Dad.
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Watching the changes in Nature, my thoughts have also moved on to those changes going on within us.
I think one of the most beautiful processes is the one that secretly goes on in every human life as it gathers, in the flow of time, its experiences and unites them into a unique inner story of memory and ongoing change. What a privilege to be able to observe these unfolding stories in ourselves and in others, and to partake in creating and shaping them throughout the seasons of life.