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From the Candle’s Glow A year ago, I lit a candle and opened a door. I had no idea where it would lead. On September 11, 2025, Mystic Pages & Tea became

From the Candle’s Glow Before every beginning, there comes a point when nothing seems to be happening. The seed is beneath the soil. The page is still turned face down. The doorway

From the Candle’s Glow Autumn does not rush. It releases. Leaves fall without resistance. Light softens into gold. The air carries a quiet knowing—something is ending, and something is preparing to

From the Candle’s Glow In the South, autumn does not always arrive all at once. Sometimes it comes quietly. A cool morning slips in at the end of September. The humidity finally

From the Candle’s Glow Some messengers announce themselves with a call from the trees or the sudden sweep of wings overhead. Others are so quiet that we might walk past them entirely