The scent of warm beeswax and roses filled the kitchen.
The table was laden with the colour of summer.
Flames flickered a blessing to the sun.
And we made candles for our solstice table.
It is a simple thing, making candles. It doesn’t take much skill or many tools, but it is like magic to behold.
Beeswax odours drift lazily around the kitchen, filling the air and soothing the senses. It is slow to melt, creating a quiet space where we sit and settle into stillness.
Then the quiet pour – careful, for the wax is hot! But the vessel is cold and almost instantly a ring hardens around the edge of the yellow wax.
A little jiggle of the wick to ensure it’s vertical alignment, and then eager faces watching the wax turn from dark to bright yellow.
Finally, the candles are ready.
The wick is snipped.
The spell is cast.
There is magic in celebrating the turning of the wheel; a soul-connection with the earth that will lead them into adulthood as guardians of our world.