Tonight I lit a bluebird candle. (Bluebirds are supposed to signify happiness and I have a small collection of them. They are actually hard to find!) I actually lit this candle for a friend. It had burned for a couple hours but I had to go out. I stood for a moment thinking about this friend and myself and our recent struggles. Then I blew it out. I watched the clear wax that would harden white.
When I got home the candle was burning. At first I was perplexed. Did I light it again and forget? No, there is only one match on the table.
The other day a beautiful woman told me that these types of unusual events are sent to us by loved ones passed on.
At any rate, I am mystified. I know I blew it out and it was extinguished. At the moment I keep shaking my head because it is so unbelievable. I have to take it as a sign that I have to keep going. And so does my friend. And anyone else who is reading this that is dismayed.