Candlelight and nigh are inseparable for me. Due to intimacy and the sight of real fire I immediately feel myself better. Anyway, it’ inevitable that I light a candle at night in summer or in winter alike. I always carefully choose the color of the candles. Since I believe in color therapy, I usually have many colors at home so I always have the one I need inside. If I need to strengthen my practicality I choose a color in line with this, if I long for calmness then I look for the appropriate color, but above all I like the color of love.
When All Seems Lost — and Even When It Doesn’t… As a writer, I read more than average. Not necessarily books that fall within my immediate interests, but rather those I can learn from, marvel at, analyze word by word, and sometimes even those that demand more effort from me than usual. That is how it is with Alice Munro. I bought my first book by her when she received the Nobel Prize. Then life happened, and the volume sat on my bookshelf—either I had no time for it, or it lingered somewhere at the bottom of my list of priorities. When I finally picked it up, I could hardly believe my eyes—or my reaction. First, I was utterly outraged; my blood pressure shot through the roof in an instant, and I almost started swearing in disbelief. I had barely skimmed the first few lines, yet that was enough to know: it was perfect. A true masterpiece. Excellence among the excellent. Every word reached the deepest layers of my soul. I was touched by its purity, its delicacy, the noblest simpli...
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