Of course I could just blow it out, but that’s not really the point. It was my mom who taught me to use a candle snuffer. With the gentle transition, the change was not overpowering, and the beautiful scent of the candle remained.

It’s not always possible, but I try to give myself that same chance with everything — a gentle transition.

I received so many beautiful gifts on this trip to the US. From hugs to conversation. So much love. I ease my way back into my daily French life, placing little reminders of it all. The postcard invitation from the party. The dishrags my friend crocheted and gifted to me. This morning at the breakfast table I see them by the sink, and I know her hands. I know her heart. And the transition is ever so smooth. 

We can do that, you know, for ourselves, and even for each other. Life is full of change, but we don’t have to stomp our way through. The choice seems pretty simple when I look at the candle on the table. I hope it is just as easy when I look in the mirror. To make my way, and let love gently linger.