dancing flame.

Night sometimes brings to life an unusual plant whose gleam decomposes furnished rooms into clumps of shadow.

~The voice of things. Francis Ponge.

A fine line exists between my love for and my obsession with candles.  Start burning a candle and my world become a bit more heavenly; a bit more serene.  When the scent of a my favorite candle wafts its way to me, my senses are soothed.

I take refuge in the power of the single dancing flame, as it sits burning steadily amidst the clutter and noise of my busy household.  Candles are one of the little things in life that make me happy.

I recently attended an evening cocktail party at a friend’s house.  We share the same affinity for candles.  She openly admits that she is obsessed, and I love her for that.

Dyptique’s “Fig”- my all time favorite.

it captivates.

the glow

not yet lit

I am not a lover of very flowery scents and I think most of the candles in the following list will be appreciated by both men and women.

Candles I love, and are at least worth a sniff! :

Dyptique: Figuire, Bais, Pomander (great for the holidays as well)

Jo Malone: Grapefruit (perfect for the kitchen)

Lafco: Breakfast Room

Red Flower: Moroccan Rose (this one’s girly)

Bonpoint: the unique scent of this candle reminds me of the times I spent in a shopping daze in Bonpoint, Boston.  My 14-year-old daughter (then 2 years old) remembers the scent, and loves this candle as much as I do.  It smells exactly like the boutique used to.  Sigh.  (For old times sake.)

Holiday scents:  Votivo Joie de Noël, Lafco Berry and Tree

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weekly photo challenge: “peaceful”

Bond no. 9...The Scent of Peace

This one was really easy.  This is a photo of my favorite fragrance, “The Scent of Peace.”  It is one of the Bond no 9 fragrances and I love it.


weekly photo challenge: “peaceful”


This picture is small and a little blurry too, but I posted it because it is my father resting peacefully in my house, hours before he died.  After 70 consecutive days in the hospital, we brought him home for his final days.  He suffered from Mesothelioma, a dreaded form of lung cancer.  He was diagnosed 5 months before he died.  I have never witnessed such courage from anyone; never felt so much hope, yet so much despair at the same time.  He suffered greatly over those months, and even though his voice had been taken away from him, the look in his eyes when he arrived at my home said it all. He was happy to be there.   He had finally found peace.


Come to me in my dreams, and then

By day I shall be well again!

For then the night will more than pay

The hopeless longing of the day.

Come, as thou cam’st a thousand times,

A messenger from radiant climes,

And smile on thy new world, and be

As kind to others as to me!

Or, as thou never cam’st in sooth,

Come now, and let me dream it truth;

And part my hair, and kiss my brow,

And say: My love! why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then

By day I shall be well again!

For then the night will more than pay

The hopeless longing of the day.

– Matthew Arnold