Seclusion Creativity

                                                           

old wax made into pods

Hello there, I thought I would share with you one of my seclusion activities this past month. Since receiving a wax melting lamp this past Christmas from my daughter, I have pretty much used it daily. I love the subtle fragrance it gives off. Once the wax burns down and the light is off it hardens and creates a circular pod.

These pods have been collecting over the past few months. I’ve remelted them but they do not give off the fragrance as much the second time around. In the meantime all the old candles I have kept around the house, the ones that the wick goes before the wax burns off. I started using that wax to make even more pods, plus the fragrance was fresh and new! I then decided I would just put all the pods together and string them with a wick and create a new candle. Yet I wasn’t quite sure how to run a wick through them without cracking them. I'm new to this candle making business. I was thinking of stringing a needle. My son suggested heating the needle. That seemed like a smart idea. I have container that housed a Yankee Candle and the pods fit perfectly. I have a few more I want to make and then we'll see if it all comes together. Please feel free to give me any suggestions on my candle making process. And if you'd like comment and share some of your seclusion activities! Peace to you and stay healthy!

a pretty pod made by a happy accident

Among the Pines

Today I took a walk through Gully Brook Park, as I have a hundred times or more since its  inception in 2011. Today was different though, people are different, and uncertainty is all around us. I felt grateful the minute I pulled in, when I saw that there were not too many cars in the parking lot. I wanted a bit of the park to myself; I didn’t want to smile or say hello on the trail, or to wonder what was going on in people’s heads. I just wanted the pines and the river. As I walked, a women and man behind me on the path spoke out to me somewhat loudly ”We are walking over to your left” making sure the space between us was the required distance. I answered back “Thanks I’m good” She replied “Yes, but we’re not” as they briskly passed me by. I continued; “At least the fresh air is good for us” I smiled. No comment came, as they moved quickly along the path. My reaction to this was one of judgment; I thought to myself “Stop long enough to look at the river!” Followed by my next thought “Do you come here regularly, or has your confinement brought you here?” I felt indignant by it all. I felt protective of my park. I want people to appreciate it, especially now since it’s giving them the opportunity to escape! I found a spot by the white pines and sat down and I began to write and take pictures. I offered up some positive energy to us all, and I wondered where this is all leading us?