From the Candle’s Glow March does not linger at the threshold. It crosses it. Where January held the quiet hush of winter’s dominion, and February stood suspended between frost and flame,

From the Candle’s Glow There are moments in the turning of the year when the sky grows quieter—when the stars seem to lean closer, and the world invites us inward rather

From the Candle’s Glow March does not whisper. She arrives in the wind. Where February softened the frost, March tears it open. She rattles windows, stirs sleeping roots, and sends rain against

From the Candle’s Glow There are full moons and then there are moons that arrive with gravity. Today, the Full Moon rises in the grounded, discerning sign of Virgo—but this is

From the Candle’s Glow Some birthdays arrive every year. Mine arrives in spirit. Being born on February 29 means learning early that time does not always move the way the world says