We lost power last night while Theo was in the bath. Nathan lit candles all over the house while I sat with Theo so he wouldn’t get scared. I held his soapy hand with Becca in the other arm.
Nathan then started a fire & we all ate the melting ice cream from the freezer. I nursed Becca by candle light in complete silence a few moments later.
I noticed how pretty our house is by the flickering light. You don’t see dust, cobwebs, child crayon marks, or fingerprints. Just shadows, lines, and warm expressions. It seemed almost meditative to talk softly while watching the fire.
I read to Theo by flashlight in his bed and then let him blow out the candles. We read in bed by candle light after the kids went to sleep & enjoyed the sounds of rain on the roof.
It is amazing how peaceful it is without electronic distractions. We fell asleep about 9 pm!
I was jolted awake by all of the lights coming back about 10 & walked around the house, slightly sad, turning them off. It all looks so harsh under electric light. I remembered losing power when we were kids being a great adventure.
Franziska and Dick says
February 7, 2007 at 9:21 PMa prose meditation. evocative.