It's a romantic notion really...sitting in candlelight as the rain falls on our metal roof above. Just the sounds of Garcia and Grisman, the smells of our handmade beeswax candles, the orange glow of one another's face... lulling us into a peaceful evening.
And I'm tired...I'm feeling myself wanting to drift off and surrender to the kind darkness that surrounds us.
Managed to convince the family today that the only lighting necessary was the kitchen. (As an aside, our kitchen is a dark space. While our house is an open concept ski chalet design, the kitchen window is blocked by a support wall.) Bedtime this evening was a quick and easy 30min for my partner and little C. When L and I got home she quickly transitioned into bedtime mode, alas when I got up to her room she had both lights in her room on...I think she will be the hardest sell on all of this.
I was thinking today that we really have come to take advantage of convenience. This endeavour is a real indicator of how we have done that. In times past, flipping a switch was not an option. You had to really plan for when you wanted something to be illuminated. There was not an infinite amount of lamp oil. So just having a light on, in the background, was not a wise option. Alas, we have grown used to that idea. We turn on a light in our kitchen so to have a lit up space that we aren't even actually using in the moment. How frivolous really.
So tonight we are in candlelight by choice. A choice to change the notion of convenience...despite how this all began, this choice feels beyond the initial intent and just simply feels appropriate.
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