my women are called to mind at various points. sometimes i simply think about them, other times i reach out to them, telling them i love them. today i hurt for a friend who loved a young man that was killed in an automobile crash. such saddness. he was her family. he was a bright light in the world and there is something missing. he's left his mark as those who love carry him within them. i didn't know this teenager. i know the love others carry for him. i carry one of those in love. so i light a candle. a sacred flame recognizing far better than i can in words what change has happened. a flame that represents love, life, and loss. peace. peace. peace.