Journey is You

When my youngest was, well young, but not so young, she develop a fascination with fire.

Normal interest, nothing scary. 

And she used her interest wisely by melting old candles down to try and make new ones. 

Often they were a sort of yucky, murky kind of color, though sometimes what she made was awesome.

Then she got older. Her fascination with fires didn't completely abate, but it wasn't at the same level. She developed new interests. Eventually the new interest was guys. And at the end of August she married.

Yesterday as I was cleaning out a shelf for Pesach (Passover) I came across a handful of semi-melted candles, and little circles of candle tries. I held them in my hand and remembered the child she had been, the adult she was now. 

Travels in time, the sweet memory. 

My journal became a portal to the past and the future, as I asked myself: Where had that child gone and what would she become?