Speaker 1: Hello and welcome. I'm so glad you're here tonight. Before
Speaker 1: we begin, If these stories bring you peace, I'd be
Speaker 1: grateful if you'd take a moment to like this video
Speaker 1: and subscribe to the channel. It helps others find their
Speaker 1: way here too. But for now, let everything else fade away. Tonight,
Speaker 1: we're staying home, making candles at your kitchen table. Just
Speaker 1: a few candles, simple candles for your own home, for
Speaker 1: your own evenings, for the light you'll enjoy in the
Speaker 1: quiet hours. This isn't a workshop, this isn't a business.
Speaker 2: This is just you.
Speaker 1: Making something beautiful for yourself tonight. Let's prepare your body
Speaker 1: for rest. Find your most comfortable position, adjust anything you need.
Speaker 1: You're safe here, You're exactly where you need to be.
Speaker 1: Take a gentle breath in through your nose, Hold it softly,
Speaker 1: and release it slowly through your mouth. Good again, Breathe
Speaker 1: in slowly and deeply, hold for a moment, and let
Speaker 1: it go, releasing any tension from your day. Your shoulders
Speaker 1: drop away from your ears, your jaw relaxes, teeth slightly apart,
Speaker 1: Your tongue rests sow in your mouth. Your eyes are
Speaker 1: gently closed. There's nothing you need to see right now,
Speaker 1: just my voice, just the story, just the peace, feel
Speaker 1: your body becoming heavy, sinking into comfort, supported and safe.
Speaker 1: There's no hurry here, no rush, just the slow, gentle
Speaker 1: work of making light, making candles, making something with your
Speaker 1: own hands and your own home, in your own time.
Speaker 1: And now, when you're ready, come with me. We're staying
Speaker 1: home tonight. It's early evening. The day is ending. The
Speaker 1: light outside is fading, golden light, soft light, that peaceful
Speaker 1: time when day becomes night, when work is done, when
Speaker 1: rest approaches. You're in your kitchen, your own kitchen, familiar,
Speaker 1: comfortable home. The kitchen is warm, cozy, the kind of
Speaker 1: warm that comes from being lived in, from being loved,
Speaker 1: from being home. The evening light comes through the window,
Speaker 1: gentle light, peaceful light, making everything soft, making everything calm.
Speaker 1: Your kitchen table is cleared. You've prepared for this, for
Speaker 1: tonight's work, for making candles, just a few, just for you,
Speaker 1: just for your home. On the table, your supplies, simple supplies,
Speaker 1: nothing fancy, nothing professional, just what you need, what will work,
Speaker 1: what will create light. A small pot for melting wax,
Speaker 1: A simple pot from your kitchen, used for cooking, used
Speaker 1: for many things, tonight, it will melt. Wax will help
Speaker 1: create candles. Bees wax a block of bees wax.
Speaker 2: Golden, beautiful.
Speaker 1: You bought this from a local beekeeper, or maybe a
Speaker 1: craft store or online, doesn't matter. What matters is the wax,
Speaker 1: pure bees wax, natural, honest, the gift of bees. The
Speaker 1: bees wax sits on the table, wrapped in paper.
Speaker 2: You on wrap it.
Speaker 1: The block is pale gold, cream colored, beautiful, even before
Speaker 1: it's melted, even before it becomes candle. The wax is hard, solid,
Speaker 1: cool to touch, smooth, dense. You can already smell it faintly,
Speaker 1: that honey smell, that warm smell, that smell of summer
Speaker 1: and flowers and bees.
Speaker 2: Working.
Speaker 1: Small glass jars, four of them, recycled jars, maybe from jam,
Speaker 1: from honey, from sun.
Speaker 2: Something you ate and saved.
Speaker 1: The jars from good jars, clean jars, perfect for candles,
Speaker 1: each one different, each one with its own character, its
Speaker 1: own history. Now they'll have a new purpose. Hold light,
Speaker 1: Hold candles. You made yourself. Wicks, pre made wicks with
Speaker 1: small metal tabs at the bottom. You bought these ready made, easy, simple.
Speaker 1: They'll work perfectly, each wick waiting, each one ready to
Speaker 1: become the heart of a candle, the path for the flame,
Speaker 1: the channel for the light. A bag of dried lavender
Speaker 1: from your garden or from the market. Purple buds, fragrant buds.
Speaker 1: You'll add just a little to each candle, for scent,
Speaker 1: for beauty, for the memory of summer in winter, for
Speaker 1: peace in the evening. Everything is ready, everything prepared, everything
Speaker 1: waiting for you to begin to create, To make light.
Speaker 1: You stand at your stove, the pot in your hand.
Speaker 1: You place it on the burner, not directly. You'll use
Speaker 1: a double boiler method, gentle heat, indirect heat, safe heat.
Speaker 1: You fill a larger pot with water, place it on
Speaker 1: the burner. Place the smaller pot inside, floating in the water.
Speaker 1: This is how you melt wax, carefully, safely, Gently, You
Speaker 1: break the bees wax into chunks, small pieces. They'll melt
Speaker 1: faster this way, more evenly. You use your hands. The
Speaker 1: wax breaks cleanly. Snap, snap, snap, small chunks falling into
Speaker 1: the pot, pale gold chunks, each one a piece of summer,
Speaker 1: of bees, of flowers, of work and purpose in nature.
Speaker 1: You turn on the burner low heat, just low. The
Speaker 1: water begins to warm, not boiling, not even simmering yet,
Speaker 1: just warming. Patient heat, the kind that doesn't rush, that
Speaker 1: doesn't force, that just waits, that just allows while the
Speaker 1: water heats. You prepare your jars, place them on the table,
Speaker 1: spaced evenly, each one waiting, each one ready to receive
Speaker 1: wax to become a candle. You take the wicks, one
Speaker 1: for each jar. You need to secure them, keep them centered,
Speaker 1: keep them straight. You have a simple solution. A dab
Speaker 1: of melted wax will hold each wick tab to the
Speaker 1: bottom of the jar, But the wax isn't melted yet,
Speaker 1: so you use a tiny bit of hot glue or
Speaker 1: a sticker something to hold just temporarily, just to keep
Speaker 1: the wick in place while you pour. You place one
Speaker 1: wick in each jar, press the metal tab down, center
Speaker 1: it carefully. The wick stands straight, reaches up waiting. Each
Speaker 1: jar now has its heart, its purpose, its future. The
Speaker 1: water is warming now, you can see it happening. See
Speaker 1: the change. Steam beginning to rise, just wisps at first,
Speaker 1: tiny threads of steam, then more, the water getting hotter,
Speaker 1: the heat rising. Gentle heat, patient heat, the kind that
Speaker 1: doesn't force, that doesn't rush, that just continues steadily, reliably
Speaker 1: creating the warmth needed. The chunks of beeswax in the
Speaker 1: small pot are starting to soften. You can see it.
Speaker 1: The change is subtle at first, almost invisible, but it's there.
Speaker 1: The edges of the chunks, the corners, they lose their sharpness,
Speaker 1: become rounded, glossy, the solid becoming less solid, preparing to melt,
Speaker 1: preparing to transform, starting to melt, slowly, so slowly. This
Speaker 1: is not like butter melting, not quick, not sudden. Beeswax
Speaker 1: takes time, has density, has substance. It melts at its
Speaker 1: own pace, in its own time, cannot be rushed, will
Speaker 1: not be forced, just melts gradually, naturally. When it's ready.
Speaker 1: You watch the edges soften, the surface becoming shiny, glossy,
Speaker 1: wet looking, but not wet with water, wet with melting,
Speaker 1: with transformation, with the solid becoming liquid. The edges go first,
Speaker 1: then deeper. Then the whole chunk begins to give, to surrender,
Speaker 1: to become what it needs to become. You stir gently
Speaker 1: a wooden spoon, your favorite wooden spoon, used for many things,
Speaker 1: for stirring soup, for mixing batter, for all the gentle
Speaker 1: kitchen tasks.
Speaker 2: Tonight.
Speaker 1: It stirs wax, helps it melt, helps it along not forcing,
Speaker 1: just encouraging, just helping the process that's already happening.
Speaker 2: The spoon moves through.
Speaker 1: The chunks, slides between them, turns them over. The chunks
Speaker 1: that were on top go to bottom. The chunks on
Speaker 1: bottom rise, all of them getting equal heat, equal attention,
Speaker 1: equal chance to melt. This is important, this gentle stirring,
Speaker 1: this care, this attention. The chunks break up as you stir, soften, separate,
Speaker 1: get smaller, what wire Large chunks become medium chunks, Medium
Speaker 1: chunks become small, small becomes smaller, all of them melting,
Speaker 1: all of them liquefying, all of them transforming. And the
Speaker 1: liquid begins at the bottom of the pot, where the
Speaker 1: heat is strongest, where the wax is warmest. Golden liquid, thick, liquid,
Speaker 1: pooling just a little at first, just a thin layer,
Speaker 1: then more the liquid grows, increases, takes up more space.
Speaker 1: As more chunks melt, more solid becomes liquid, more transformation happens.
Speaker 1: The color is beautiful, pure gold like honey, like amber,
Speaker 1: like sunshine, concentrated and made tangible. The light from the
Speaker 1: window catches it, makes it glow, makes it luminous. The
Speaker 1: pot holds liquid, gold, litter gold. The gold that bees make,
Speaker 1: the gold that flowers give, the gold of summer and work,
Speaker 1: and nature's abundance. The smell, oh, the smell. As the
Speaker 1: wax smelts, something happens. The scent that was faint in
Speaker 1: the solid wax becomes strong, releases, blooms, fills the kitchen,
Speaker 1: fills the air, fills everything. Bees wax, that particular scent,
Speaker 1: that unmistakable scent, sweet but not sugar sweet, not candy sweet,
Speaker 1: natural sweet, earth sweet, the sweetness of honey, of pollen,
Speaker 1: of flowers, of bees, working of summer fields, of everything
Speaker 1: good and natural and pure honey. You can smell honey,
Speaker 1: even though this is wax, not honey. But they're related,
Speaker 1: both from bees, both from the hive, both carrying that
Speaker 1: particular scent, that particular sweetness, that scent that humans have
Speaker 1: loved for thousands of years, since we first found bees,
Speaker 1: first tasted honey, first learned to.
Speaker 2: Work with wax. Warmth.
Speaker 1: The scent has warmth in it, not just because the
Speaker 1: wax is warming, but the scent itself feels warm, sounds warm,
Speaker 1: is warm somehow. A warm scent, a comfort scent, a
Speaker 1: home scent, the kind of scent that makes you feel safe,
Speaker 1: feel good, feel at peace. Is not a strong smell,
Speaker 1: not overpowering, not perfume like, not artificial, just present, just there, gentle, subtle,
Speaker 1: but persistent, constant, filling the space without demanding attention, just being,
Speaker 1: just existing, just making the air better, making the room better,
Speaker 1: making this moment better. The kitchen smells like a hive, now,
Speaker 1: like a meadow, like summer, Like all good things. The
Speaker 1: scent wraps around you, enters you with every breath, becomes
Speaker 1: part of you, part of this evening, part of this
Speaker 1: moment of making, of creating, of doing something simple and good.
Speaker 2: You stir.
Speaker 1: The motion is meditative, round and round, slow circles, the
Speaker 1: spoon moving through increasingly liquid, wax less and less solid,
Speaker 1: more and more liquid, the transformation continuing, progressing, completing. The
Speaker 1: chunks get smaller, keep getting smaller. What was the size
Speaker 1: of your palm becomes the size of a walnut. Walnut
Speaker 1: becomes marble, Marble becomes p. P becomes nothing, becomes liquid,
Speaker 1: becomes gold, becomes melted. The liquid increases, the pot fills
Speaker 1: with it golden liquid, smooth liquid, perfect liquid. No more
Speaker 1: chunks floating, no more solid pieces, all melted, all transformed,
Speaker 1: all liquid, now all gold all ready, You stir one
Speaker 1: more time. Let the spoon move through the liquid. Feel
Speaker 1: the resistance, the viscosity. Wax is thicker than water, heavier,
Speaker 1: more substantial. The spoon moves slowly through it leaves a
Speaker 1: trail awake. The liquid closes behind it, smooth, perfect, complete.
Speaker 1: The wax is fully melted. Now all chunks gone, all solid,
Speaker 1: become liquid. Every bit of bees wax you put in
Speaker 1: the pot is now liquid gold, uniform, consistent, smooth, beautiful.
Speaker 2: The pot holds pure liquid.
Speaker 1: Bees wax, clear, clean, perfect, ready to become candles, ready
Speaker 1: to be poured, Ready for the next transformation from melted
Speaker 1: wax to formed candle, from liquid to solid again, but
Speaker 1: different this time. Not chunks, not blocks, but candles, shaped, purposed,
Speaker 1: made with intention, made by you. While you wait for
Speaker 1: all the wax to melt, you prepare the lavender. The
Speaker 1: dried buds are in a small bag. You open it.
Speaker 1: The scent releases sweet, floral, calming lavender, the smell of peace,
Speaker 1: of sleep, of rest, of summer gardens and evening walks
Speaker 1: and all things gentle. You take just a small pinch
Speaker 1: for each jar, not too much, just a little, a
Speaker 1: few buds at the bottom of each jar. They'll float in.
Speaker 1: The wax be suspended in the candle, visible, beautiful, scented.
Speaker 1: Each time the candle burns, the wax around the lavender
Speaker 1: will melt, will release, the scent, will bloom into the air,
Speaker 1: will create peace. You place the lavender a pinch in
Speaker 1: each jar, purple against the clear glass, waiting for the
Speaker 1: golden wax, waiting to be suspended, to be held, to
Speaker 1: be part of the light. The wax is fully melted, now,
Speaker 1: all chunks gone, all solid, become liquid. The pot holds
Speaker 1: golden liquid, clear, smooth, perfect, ready to become candles. You
Speaker 1: turn off the heat. The wax is hot, hot enough
Speaker 1: it will stay liquid long enough, long enough to pour,
Speaker 1: long enough to fill the jars, long enough to become
Speaker 1: what it needs to become. You lift the pot carefully, hot, heavy, valuable, precious.
Speaker 1: You hold it steady. This is the moment, the transformation,
Speaker 1: the pouring, the creating. You pour into the first jar, slowly, carefully, steadily.
Speaker 1: The golden wax flows from the pot, streams into the jar,
Speaker 1: over the lavender buds around the wick. The jar fills,
Speaker 1: the wax settles, the lavender floats suspended in gold, beautiful.
Speaker 2: Perfect.
Speaker 1: You fill the jar almost to the top, leaving just
Speaker 1: a little space, room for the candle to breathe, room
Speaker 1: for it to be complete. The wick stands straight, centered, perfect.
Speaker 1: The lavender pieces float, some rise, some stay at the bottom,
Speaker 1: all suspended in the liquid gold. The second jar, you
Speaker 1: pour again, same motion, same care, same steady hand. The
Speaker 1: wax flows, fills, surrounds, the wick, captures the lavender creates
Speaker 1: the candle golden, simple, beautiful.
Speaker 2: Third jar.
Speaker 1: The motion is meditative, now rhythmic. Pour fill. Watch the
Speaker 1: gold flow, Watch the level rise, Watch the candle form.
Speaker 1: Each one the same, each one different, same wax, different jar,
Speaker 1: same lavender, different placement, each one unique, each one perfect.
Speaker 1: Fourth jar, the last one. The pot is lighter, now,
Speaker 1: most of the wax poured, most of the gold given
Speaker 1: to the jars. You pour this final candle, fill it,
Speaker 1: complete it. The last of the wax flows out, the
Speaker 1: last of the gold transferred, the pot empty, the jars full,
Speaker 1: The transformation complete. Four jars sit on your table. Four candles,
Speaker 1: still liquid, still warm, still moving slightly, still settling, but
Speaker 1: becoming becoming solid, becoming candles. The transformation has begun again.
Speaker 1: Liquid to solid, but different. Now, not chunks in a pot,
Speaker 1: not blocks, but candles shaped by jars holding wicks containing lavender,
Speaker 1: purposed intentional yours.
Speaker 2: You set the.
Speaker 1: Pot aside carefully. It's still hot, still has residual wax,
Speaker 1: a thin coating of gold on the sides. You'll clean
Speaker 1: it later, when it's cool, when the wax hardens and
Speaker 1: can be scraped out, reused.
Speaker 2: Maybe, or just cleaned away. But not now. Now.
Speaker 1: You let it rest, let it cool, let it be.
Speaker 1: The work of pouring is done, complete, finished, the active part.
Speaker 1: The doing part now comes, the waiting, the allowing, the
Speaker 1: letting the wax do what wax does, what it needs
Speaker 1: to do, what it must do. Cool, harden, solidify, transform
Speaker 1: one final time, from poured liquid to solid candle, from
Speaker 1: potential to actual, from becoming to being. This takes time,
Speaker 1: cannot be rushed, must not be rushed. Wax has its
Speaker 1: own timeline, its own process, its own needs. You cannot
Speaker 1: make it cool faster, cannot force it, can only wait,
Speaker 1: can only allow, can only be patient. This is part
Speaker 1: of making candles. This waiting, this patience, this trust in
Speaker 1: the process, this acceptance of time. You sit at the table,
Speaker 1: your own kitchen, in your own chair, the chair you
Speaker 1: sit in for meals, for morning coffee, for evening tea,
Speaker 1: for all the daily rituals of home. Tonight, you sit
Speaker 1: here to watch candles cool, to witness transformation, to be
Speaker 1: present for this slow magic, this natural magic, this honest
Speaker 1: magic of wax becoming solid.
Speaker 2: You can watch the candles.
Speaker 1: As they cool, see the change happening. It's subtle, very subtle,
Speaker 1: not dramatic, not sudden, not obvious, but real, happening right
Speaker 1: in front of you, if you watch closely, if you
Speaker 1: pay attention, if you're present, the surface of the wax
Speaker 1: begins to change. First, the top, where the wax meets air.
Speaker 1: It starts to film over a thin skin forms, almost
Speaker 1: invisible at first, you might not notice, but it's there.
Speaker 1: The very top layer cooling faster, becoming solid, while underneath
Speaker 1: is still liquid, still warm, still moving. The surface loses
Speaker 1: its wet look, its shiny look, becomes matt becomes opaque,
Speaker 1: becomes less liquid looking, more solid looking, even though underneath
Speaker 1: is still liquid, still warm, still changing. The skin thickens,
Speaker 1: gets stronger, more substantial, more real. What was a film
Speaker 1: becomes a layer. What was transparent becomes opaque. What was
Speaker 1: barely there becomes definitely there. You can see this happening
Speaker 1: if you watch, if you wait, if you stay present.
Speaker 1: Underneath the surface, the wax is still liquid, still mobile,
Speaker 1: still warm. You know this and tell The surface might
Speaker 1: be solid, but deeper is still changing, still cooling, still
Speaker 1: in process. The transformation works from outside in top to bottom,
Speaker 1: edge to center, gradual, patient natural. The liquid becomes less liquid, thicker,
Speaker 1: more viscous, like honey in winter, like oil cooling, more
Speaker 1: resistant to movement, more substantial, more solid, even while still liquid.
Speaker 1: The change is happening all through the wax, not just
Speaker 1: the surface, but everywhere, every molecule cooling, slowing, solidifying, becoming
Speaker 1: what it needs to become. The lavender pieces settle, find
Speaker 1: their places. While the wax is still liquid enough to
Speaker 1: allow movement. They drift, float, sink, rise, each piece finding
Speaker 1: where it will be, where it will stay when the
Speaker 1: wax fully hardened. They'll be there, suspended, frozen in place,
Speaker 1: held forever, in that position, that moment, that particular configuration.
Speaker 1: Some lavender at the bottom of each jar settled there first,
Speaker 1: when the wax was most liquid, most mobile. They sank,
Speaker 1: found the bottom. We'll stay there purple against glass. Some
Speaker 1: suspended halfway, caught in the wax. As it thickened, as
Speaker 1: it became less liquid, less able to let them move,
Speaker 1: they stopped, held, will remain there in the middle, floating forever,
Speaker 1: held in golden wax. Some near the top. These floated
Speaker 1: stayed high as long as possible, until the wax thickened
Speaker 1: enough to hold them, to stop their rising, to freeze
Speaker 1: them in place. They'll be visible near the surface, purple
Speaker 1: specks in pale gold, beautiful, random, perfect, Each jar different,
Speaker 1: each candle unique, the lavender distributed differently in each, some
Speaker 1: mostly at bottom, some more evenly spread, some clustered, some scattered.
Speaker 1: No two the same cannot be the same. This is handmade,
Speaker 1: This is natural. This is real, not manufactured, not controlled,
Speaker 1: not identical, but better, more real, more yours. You notice
Speaker 1: the wax changing color as it cools. This is fascinating, subtle,
Speaker 1: but real. The golden liquid, when hot was clear, almost translucent.
Speaker 1: If you held it up to light, you could see
Speaker 1: through it, see the color, but see through like honey,
Speaker 1: like amber, beautiful liquid gold. But as it cools, as
Speaker 1: it solidifies, it changes, becomes more opaque, more solid looking,
Speaker 1: less see through less, translucent, more like cream, more like butter,
Speaker 1: more like solid things are. The gold becomes softer, lighter, paler,
Speaker 1: less intense, more gentle, still beautiful, just different, different beauty,
Speaker 1: solid beauty instead of liquid beauty. The gold becomes almost
Speaker 1: cream colored, pale gold, soft gold, gentle gold, the color
Speaker 1: of bees wax candles, the color you've seen in stores,
Speaker 1: in churches and homes. This is what bees wax candles
Speaker 1: look like. This color, this soft, pale, creamy gold, natural, honest, real,
Speaker 1: still beautiful, maybe more beautiful. The liquid gold was dramatic, striking, impressive,
Speaker 1: But this solid, pale goal is peaceful, gentle, calming. The
Speaker 1: color of candle light, the color of peace, the color
Speaker 1: of home. Both colors are perfect, Both are right, each
Speaker 1: perfect for its state, liquid or solid, hot or cool,
Speaker 1: becoming or being. The evening deepens outside. You notice, without
Speaker 1: really noticing, the light through the window is softer, now, dimmer,
Speaker 1: less bright. The sun is setting, has set, maybe the
Speaker 1: sky going from gold to pink to purple to blue,
Speaker 1: the day ending, the world quieting, the transition from day
Speaker 1: to night, from light to dark, from activity to rest.
Speaker 1: The kitchen is peaceful, so peaceful, just you hear, just
Speaker 1: the candle's cooling, just this quiet moment, no TV, no music,
Speaker 1: no voices, just silence, good silence, full silence, the silence
Speaker 1: of presence, of attention, of being here now Fully.
Speaker 2: The air still holds.
Speaker 1: The scent still smells of bees wax, that honey, warmth,
Speaker 1: that summer sweetness. The smell has permeated everything, the walls,
Speaker 1: the curtains, your clothes, your hair, your skin. Everything carries
Speaker 1: the scent now, will carry it through the evening, into
Speaker 1: the night, into tomorrow. A gift, a reminder, a connection
Speaker 1: to this moment, this work, this peace. The lavender adds
Speaker 1: its note. You can smell it too, underneath the beeswax
Speaker 1: woven through it flow, gentle, soothing, the scent of sleep,
Speaker 1: of rest, of peace, of gardens in summer, of all
Speaker 1: things calm, The two scents together, bees wax and lavender,
Speaker 1: honey and flowers, summer and peace, blending becoming one scent,
Speaker 1: the scent of these candles, these particular candles, made tonight,
Speaker 1: made here, made by you. Time passes. You don't measure it,
Speaker 1: don't watch the clock, don't count minutes. Just let it pass,
Speaker 1: let it flow.
Speaker 2: Let it be.
Speaker 1: You might read a book, or just sit, might look
Speaker 1: out the window, or just be still present here with
Speaker 1: the candles, with the evening, with this simple, peaceful moment,
Speaker 1: the peace is deep, rich, full, not empty piece, not
Speaker 1: boring peace, but full peace. Peace that comes from doing
Speaker 1: something with your hands, from making something, from being present
Speaker 1: for a process, from patient attention, from simple work well done.
Speaker 1: This piece is earned, real yours. An hour passes, maybe more.
Speaker 1: Time is fluid here, elastic, not measured, not counted, just experienced,
Speaker 1: just lived, just being. Could be forty minutes, could be ninety,
Speaker 1: doesn't matter. What matters is The candles are ready, solid, cool, complete.
Speaker 1: The candles are solid, now completely solid, cool to touch, hard, complete.
Speaker 1: The wax has pulled slightly away from the sides of
Speaker 1: the jars. This is normal. This is what wax does.
Speaker 1: Shrinks a tiny bit as it cools, creates a small gap,
Speaker 1: a small space, not a flaw, just the nature of wax,
Speaker 1: the nature of this work. The wicks stand straight, proud, ready,
Speaker 1: each one waiting, each one ready to be lit, ready
Speaker 1: to hold flame, ready to create light, ready to serve
Speaker 1: their purpose. You trim the wicks small scissors, careful cuts.
Speaker 1: Each wick should be about a quarter inch no more,
Speaker 1: too long and they smoke too short and they drown,
Speaker 1: but just right, and they burn perfectly, create, perfect light,
Speaker 1: perfect flame. You know this, You've learned this. You measure
Speaker 1: by eye, cut carefully, each wick now the right length, perfect, ready.
Speaker 1: Four candles, complete, finished, made by your hands in your kitchen,
Speaker 1: on this evening, for your home, for your light, for
Speaker 1: your peace. They're beautiful, simple, honest, gold and wax, purple, lavender, white, wick,
Speaker 1: glass jars, nothing fancy, nothing complicated, Just candles, but candles
Speaker 1: You made, candles that carry your intention, your care, your
Speaker 1: evening of work, your hands, your presence. You decide to
Speaker 1: light one, just to see, just to test, just to experience,
Speaker 1: just to complete the cycle, from solid wax to melted
Speaker 1: wax to solid candle to burning candle, the full circle,
Speaker 1: the full transformation, the full purpose. You take matches from
Speaker 1: the drawer, a simple box of matches, wooden matches, the
Speaker 1: kind you've always used, the kind that work, the kind
Speaker 1: that are reliable. You slide the box open. The familiar sound,
Speaker 1: the familiar feel. How many times have you opened this box,
Speaker 1: lit these matches? Hundreds thousands? Tonight feels special. Tonight You're
Speaker 1: lighting a candle. You made your own candle.
Speaker 2: You're light.
Speaker 1: You take one match, hold it, feel the wood dry
Speaker 1: rough ready. You close the box, position the match, strike
Speaker 1: it against the side. The familiar motion, the practiced motion,
Speaker 1: the motion done so many times, it's automatic, natural, known.
Speaker 1: The match catches immediate bright, that sharp, sudden moment of ignition.
Speaker 1: The flame appears orange yellow, hot, small flame, living flame,
Speaker 1: dancing flame, fire, actual fire. This ancient thing, this primal thing,
Speaker 1: this thing humans have used for millennia for light, for warmth,
Speaker 1: for cooking, for comfort, for keeping the dark away. The
Speaker 1: match flame settles, burns steadily. You have a moment before
Speaker 1: it burns down to your fingers, a moment to use it,
Speaker 1: to transfer the fire, to light the candle, to complete
Speaker 1: the purpose.
Speaker 2: You touch the match.
Speaker 1: Flame to the wick of one candle, the one closest
Speaker 1: to you, the first one you poured. The flame touches
Speaker 1: the wick, the cotton wick. White cotton that's been waiting,
Speaker 1: waiting to burn, waiting to hold flame, waiting to serve
Speaker 1: its purpose. The wick catches immediately. Cotton wants to burn,
Speaker 1: is made to burn, designed to burn. The flame transfers
Speaker 1: from match to wick, from wood to cotton, the wick holds,
Speaker 1: the flame accepts, it becomes it. The wick is on fire,
Speaker 1: small fire, controlled fire, perfect fire. The flame grow just
Speaker 1: a little, finds its size, finds its balance, finds its equilibrium.
Speaker 1: Not too big, not too small, just right, perfect size
Speaker 1: for this candle, this wick, this wax, everything balanced, everything right,
Speaker 1: everything working together. The flame settles, becomes steady, stable, constant,
Speaker 1: no longer growing, no longer changing, just burning perfectly, beautifully.
Speaker 1: This is what wicks do. This is what candles do.
Speaker 1: This is the purpose, the point, the reason to hold flame,
Speaker 1: to create light, to burn steadily, peacefully, beautifully. You blow
Speaker 1: out the match gently. The match, flame goes out, Smoke
Speaker 1: rises from it. That particular smell, burnt match, sulfur and woods.
Speaker 1: You've smelled it ten thousand times, always the same, always distinct.
Speaker 1: You set the spent match aside, Its work done, it's
Speaker 1: flame transferred, its purpose served. The candle burns alone, now
Speaker 1: the only flame in the room, the only light beyond
Speaker 1: the evening dim And it's enough, it's perfect. It's beautiful,
Speaker 1: this small flame, this gentle light, this evidence of your work,
Speaker 1: of your evening, of your hands creating something that now
Speaker 1: creates light. The flame dances, not wildly, not dramatically, just
Speaker 1: gentle movement, slight, flickering, natural movement. Fire moves always moves,
Speaker 1: never still. This is its nature, This is its character,
Speaker 1: this movement, this life, this constant changing while staying the same.
Speaker 1: The flame is alive away, not living, but animated, moving, present, real,
Speaker 1: small flame, maybe half an inch tall, maybe less, gentle flame,
Speaker 1: quiet flame, but bright, surprisingly bright.
Speaker 2: You notice how the.
Speaker 1: Room changes, the kitchen dims as evening deepens. But here
Speaker 1: near the candle there's light, warm light, gold.
Speaker 2: Light, living light.
Speaker 1: The flame provides just enough, just enough to see by,
Speaker 1: to read by, maybe to sit with, to be present
Speaker 1: with light. That's been enough for humans for thousands of years,
Speaker 1: before electricity, before gas lamps, before anything but fire.
Speaker 2: This was light.
Speaker 1: This was enough, This still is golden light. That's the color,
Speaker 1: not white like LED's, yellow like incandescent, not blue like fluorescent,
Speaker 1: but golden, warm, honey colored like the wax itself, like
Speaker 1: the light is coming from within the wax, which it is.
Speaker 1: The flame melts the wax, the liquid wax feeds the flame.
Speaker 1: The cycle, the process, the beautiful simple chemistry of candles.
Speaker 1: Wax becomes flame, becomes light becomes smoke, becomes nothing, and
Speaker 1: in becoming nothing, it gives everything, gives light, gives warmth,
Speaker 1: gives atmosphere.
Speaker 2: Gives peace.
Speaker 1: The flame illuminates the wax around it. The wax glows,
Speaker 1: becomes translucent near the flame. The heat makes it glow,
Speaker 1: makes it beautiful. You can see the lavender pieces now
Speaker 1: suspended in the glowing wax. Purple and gold, dark and light, visible, beautiful,
Speaker 1: magical in a simple way. The magic of materials, the
Speaker 1: magic of light, the magic of fire making wax glow,
Speaker 1: simple magic, the best kind of magic, the real kind,
Speaker 1: the honest kind. The scent begins. You notice it almost
Speaker 1: immediately as the flame burns. As the wax around the
Speaker 1: wick melts, the scent releases gently, subtly, but definitely definitely there,
Speaker 1: A small pool forms liquid gold around the wick. The
Speaker 1: flame's heat melts the solid wax makes it liquid again,
Speaker 1: the cycle continuing solid to liquid to vapor to flame
Speaker 1: to light, the transformation constant, ongoing, beautiful, and as the
Speaker 1: wax melts, as it becomes liquid, as it becomes warm,
Speaker 1: it releases scent bees wax, that honey smell, that warm,
Speaker 1: sweet smell, that smell of summer, and bees and flowers
Speaker 1: and all good things rising with the heat, spreading with
Speaker 1: the air, filling the space around you, around the candle,
Speaker 1: around the table, around the kitchen. Gentle, subtle, not overpowering,
Speaker 1: just present, just there, making the air better, making the
Speaker 1: space better, making everything better. And lavender, gentle lavender. As
Speaker 1: the wax melts around the lavender buds, their scent releases, too,
Speaker 1: joins the beeswax scent weaves.
Speaker 2: Through it, becomes.
Speaker 1: Part of it, floral soothing, the scent of peace, of sleep,
Speaker 1: of rest of gardens at twilight, of all things calm
Speaker 1: and gentle and good, the two scents together, bees wax
Speaker 1: and lavender, honey and flowers, summer and evening, warmth and peace,
Speaker 1: blending in the air, rising with the heat of the flame,
Speaker 1: spreading through the kitchen, through your home, creating atmosphere, creating peace,
Speaker 1: creating beauty that you can smell, that you can breathe,
Speaker 1: that becomes.
Speaker 2: Part of you.
Speaker 1: With every breath you watch the flame, just watch, just
Speaker 1: be present with it. This is meditation, this watching flame.
Speaker 1: Humans have done this forever, sat by fires, watched flames,
Speaker 1: let the flickering light calm their minds, let the movement
Speaker 1: mesmerize them, let the warmth comfort them. This is ancient,
Speaker 1: This is primal, This is deep in us, this connection
Speaker 1: to fire, to flame, to light.
Speaker 2: We create.
Speaker 1: The flame is hypnotic its movement. It stands, never the
Speaker 1: same twice, always moving, always changing, but always the same,
Speaker 1: always flame, always light, always beautiful. You could watch for hours.
Speaker 1: Some people do sit with candles for hours, just watching,
Speaker 1: just being just present with the light. Steady, that's another
Speaker 1: word for it. Despite the dancing, despite the movement. The
Speaker 1: flame is steady, reliable, constant. It burns, It continues. It
Speaker 1: doesn't go out, doesn't fade, doesn't fail, just burns steadily, beautifully.
Speaker 1: This is what candles do. This is their gift. Steady light,
Speaker 1: reliable light, Light that continues, that persists, that stays as
Speaker 1: long as there's wax, as long as there's wick. The
Speaker 1: light continues, the flame burns, the candle serves its purpose.
Speaker 1: This is what you made this light, this scent, this peace,
Speaker 1: this moment, with your hands, with simple materials, with an
Speaker 1: evening of work, with patience, with presence, with care.
Speaker 2: You made this. You created this.
Speaker 1: You brought this into being from blocks of wax and
Speaker 1: empty jars and thin wicks, you created light, created peace,
Speaker 1: created beauty. The other three candles sit nearby, waiting, unlit.
Speaker 2: Patient.
Speaker 1: Each one will have its turn, Each one will burn,
Speaker 1: will create light, will fill your home with scent, with warmth,
Speaker 1: with the simple beauty of candle light.
Speaker 2: But not tonight.
Speaker 1: Tonight, this one burns. The others wait, patient, ready, there available,
Speaker 1: future light, future peace, future evenings. You sit in the
Speaker 1: candle light your kitchen, soft now, gentle, the dim evening
Speaker 1: light from outside, the warm candle light from inside, the
Speaker 1: two kinds of light, mixing, creating atmosphere, creating mood, creating peace,
Speaker 1: everything soft, everything gentle, everything peaceful. This is what candle
Speaker 1: light does. This is why humans love it, why we've
Speaker 1: always loved it, since we first learned to make fire,
Speaker 1: to keep light, to create warmth against the dark. This
Speaker 1: soft light, this living light, this gentle presence. The evening
Speaker 1: has deepened into night. Now the window is dark, the
Speaker 1: world outside quiet inside this small flame, this small light,
Speaker 1: this evidence of your work, of your evening, of your
Speaker 1: hands creating something good, something simple, something yours. You feel satisfied, content,
Speaker 1: the good feeling of work completed, of something made, not bought,
Speaker 1: not given, but made by you. For you, in your home,
Speaker 1: in your kitchen, on your table, with your hands.
Speaker 2: This is enough, This is good. This is what to
Speaker 2: night was about.
Speaker 1: Not making many candles, not making perfect candles, just making candles,
Speaker 1: just spending an evening in simple work, in gentle creation,
Speaker 1: in the slow, peaceful task of making light. You let
Speaker 1: the candle burn awhile longer, watching the flame, smelling the scent,
Speaker 1: feeling the peace, the meditation of watching fire, of being
Speaker 1: present with light, of sitting in the gentle glow, This too,
Speaker 1: is part of making candles. This moment, this peace, this
Speaker 1: light you created, now creating peace for you. Eventually you
Speaker 1: blow out the candle gently, softly. The flame goes out,
Speaker 1: A wisp of smoke rises, The scent of extinguished candle bees,
Speaker 1: wax and smoke, another good smell, a completing smell. The
Speaker 1: smoke curls up, disappears. The wick glows red for a moment.
Speaker 2: Then darkens. The candle rests.
Speaker 1: It's work done for tonight, but it will burn again,
Speaker 1: many times, many evenings, each time bringing this piece, this scent,
Speaker 1: this light. You clean up, simple cleanup, easy work. The
Speaker 1: pot needs washing, the table needs wiping, a few drips
Speaker 1: of wax to remove, simple quick. Everything soon back in place,
Speaker 1: everything back to normal, except the four candles. They remain work,
Speaker 1: your creation, your light. You place three of the candles
Speaker 1: on a shelf, on the mantle, somewhere you'll see them, somewhere.
Speaker 1: They'll wait until you light them, until you need them,
Speaker 1: until an evening comes when you want their light, their scent,
Speaker 1: their peace. The fourth candle, the one you lit, you
Speaker 1: might keep on the kitchen table, or move to your bedside,
Speaker 1: somewhere close, somewhere. You'll use it, burn it, enjoy it,
Speaker 1: let it become what it was made to be, light, warmth, peace.
Speaker 1: You're tired, now good, tired, the tired of an evening
Speaker 1: well spent of time, used, well, of hands that worked,
Speaker 1: of something accomplished, something simple, something good. You're ready for sleep,
Speaker 1: ready for rest. The evening of making candles has prepared
Speaker 1: the gentle work, the quiet focus, the simple repetition, the
Speaker 1: peaceful presence, all of it creating calm, creating readiness, creating peace.
Speaker 1: You prepare for bed, your normal routine, gentle, easy, familiar home.
Speaker 1: You slip between the sheets, cool, soft, your bed, your rest,
Speaker 1: your peace. You can still smell the bees wax, faintly
Speaker 1: on your hands, on your clothes, in the air of
Speaker 1: your home, sweet warm good.
Speaker 2: It will be there in the morning.
Speaker 1: A reminder, a connection, a memory of tonight, of making candles,
Speaker 1: of creating light. Your breathing slows, deepens, the rhythm of rest,
Speaker 1: the rhythm of sleep, approaching in and out, slow and steady,
Speaker 1: like pouring wax, like watching flames, like all gentle, steady things.
Speaker 1: Your body is heavy, relaxed, used well, the good, tired
Speaker 1: of work, of making, of creating, Your hands, rest your arms,
Speaker 1: rest your back, rests everything, releasing everything, letting go everything,
Speaker 1: ready to sleep. Your mind is quiet, peaceful. The evening's
Speaker 1: work has cleared it, the simple task, the gentle focus,
Speaker 1: the presence required, no room for worries, no room for stress,
Speaker 1: just room for peace, for calm, for rest. Tomorrow the
Speaker 1: candles will be there waiting ready. You made them. Four candles,
Speaker 1: simple candles, your candles. They'll light your evenings, will bring
Speaker 1: you peace, will remind you of to night, of this
Speaker 1: quiet evening, of making something with your hands, of creating light.
Speaker 1: But for now sleep. The candles are made, the light
Speaker 1: is created, the work is complete, the evening is done,
Speaker 1: and you rest, grateful for beeswax for lavender, for simple jars.
Speaker 2: For a gift of making light.
Speaker 1: Sleep comes like wax cooling, gradually, naturally, inevitably, from liquid
Speaker 1: to solid, from waking to sleeping. The transformation, gentle complete. Right,
Speaker 1: you are the candle maker, not professionally, not in a workshop,
Speaker 1: just you in your kitchen, making light for your home,
Speaker 1: make in peace, for your evenings, making something with your hands.
Speaker 1: The candles wait on the shelf, the house is quiet,
Speaker 1: The night receives you, and you sleep, sleep well, sleep deeply,
Speaker 1: sleep peacefully. Your candles will burn bright, your light will
Speaker 1: glow warm, and you rest knowing you've made something good,
Speaker 1: something simple, something yours. Good night, Sweet dreams of golden wax,
Speaker 1: of purple lavender, of gentle flames of light you created,
Speaker 1: of peace found in simple work, of evenings spent making
Speaker 1: home more beautiful. Sleep now.
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