(PART TWO AND MY LAST SHAMELESS OFFER OF
THE CANDLE MAKER)
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I wrote this book over twenty years ago
without giving much thought
to exactly who might actually be reading it
some twenty years later
without giving much thought
that most of those reading it. . .
I didn’t even know
or hadn’t ever met then
B U T
the one common thread
to this tapestry
was always the hope that it would do
FOR YOU
FOR OTHERS
what it had already done for me. . .

The Premise
is also the Promise:
IF YOU’RE NOT BRINGING THE LIGHT
YOU’RE ADDING TO THE DARKNESS

Most of my life
people have asked me,
“WHAT’S YOUR SECRET?
Why are you always upbeat?
Why do you never seem to have a bad day or let things get you down?
THE CANDLE MAKER
is my answer. . .
It’s the shortest book
that’ll take you a year to read
l i t e r a l l y
because every day
it invites you to read
one of the
Candle Maker’s Lessons
(there are 12 of them)
three times a day
(morning, afternoon, before bed)
(90 seconds)
for 365 days. . .
JUST DOING THAT
is kind of life-changing. . .
Out of the some 18.6 million
self-help books published last year
each tell a different perspective
that worked for
each individual author
which means it may not actually work
FOR YOU
but it’s worth the venture
in finding out
or best yet
cutting/pasting
what works and doesn’t work
FOR YOU. . .
which is why
I’m sharing the first of the twelve
Candle Maker’s Lessons
(Don’t wait to start something when you can begin IT now)

THERE ARE SOME THINGS I CANNOT LEARN IN THE PLACE I AM SEEING THE LIGHT. . .

So I will look. . .look. . .look and trust that where there is darkness–the light is sure to come. 
I can only see can find if I’m truly seeking in the right places. I will make where I am the only right place to be today. 
This day I will spend my time, not just in seeking,  for the search will offer up it’s own reward. This day,  I will look in the places where only the light shines, not in the darkness, hoping. 
If there is any darkness in me, I will save it for another time, for it too, will be illuminated. 
For this day, this moment, center stage, even if it’s off left or right, will be the only place in my life where the light happens to be shining, spot-lighting me to be. 
By choosing to spend every awakened moment in the light, the dark will neither harm or mis-direct me. 
This is the day I’ve been chosen to live. I will throw my head back freely to look up in bask in its warm glow. . . I am thankful for it’s un-flickering guidance. 
If I advance to it tomorrow it will only be because I have learned well enough the lessons needed to make the trip and accept this day‘s gift of tomorrow. 
I will be blinded always, to the darkness and not from it. The light on my path is sufficient for this day and my time in it.
I will play, work, eat, drink and sleep this day—learning, relaxing, and preparing for all the lessons necessary for this day’s flicker alone. 
When this day ends, I will not end with it. I will look on where the light will be kind enough to illuminate my way to richly granted tomorrow. 

WILL IT WORK FOR YOU. . .
You’ll never know
UNTIL YOU KNOW

Give yourself a Light
that’ll incinerate
the dark places
having no more
s p a c e
in your life
N O W
CLICK:
TURN ON YOUR LIGHT

and then
S H A R E
I T

The Candle Maker
would like to gently remind you:
DEVOTING YOURSELF TO A CAUSE
DEVELOPES THE CRUSADE
. . .journey on
(e n l i g h t e n e d)

Edward Wallace Hoch

got it right:

THERE   IS   SO   MUCH   GOOD   IN   THE   WORST   OF   US,
AND   SO   MUCH   BAD   IN   THE   BEST   OF   US,
THAT   IT   HARDLY   BECOMES   ANY   OF   US
TO   TALK   ABOUT
THE   REST   OF   US

I have a strong belief that I’ve always been born to live in a Condo.       .       .

No shoveling snow
No cutting grass
No planting flowers
No mulching
No pruning trees
No cutting hedges
No raking leaves
No sweeping sidewalks
No watering
No outside painting
No gutter cleaning
No washing windows.        .       .

Well,  maybe  washing  some  windows,  huh?

I suppose I could hire someone to clean the Condo

and do the windows

but would it be done perfectly?

I still remember one of the chores I had around my grandmother’s house when I lived with her during college was to kind of do all of those things, especially cleaning the windows.       .       .

Window Cleaning was done twice a year.         .         .

Definitely in the Spring

and usually that last nice day of Fall

(when I wanted to be watching Football instead)

I was given my paper towels

and a special formula that made Windex jealous.         .        .

After the Ladder was set up,

I ascended towards the Heavens

to make the view crystal clear.          .          .

And I made

T       H        A        T

trip   several   times;

There were a lot of windows

and I most assuredly

had the impeccable gift of being able to

S              T              R              E              A              K

magnificently every single one of them;

Alas,

it was the gift I was cursed to possess.        .        .

So,

though the job was required for me to complete bi-annually,

it would seem that it took me the months in between

to actually Accomplish–

Such was the keen,

ever JUDGING eye

of my grandmother.       .       .

I could never quite figure out how she,

with cataracts,

and often in need of glasses,

could spot a

S              T               R               E              A              K

with her eyes closed;

I hated it then.            .         .

And owning a house now,

I detest it still–

though I rarely do the Windows

T         H         A         T

often or under the not-so=harsh judgment

of   Erin’s

Laser   Vision   Corrected   Surgery.          .          .

W         H         E         W

Funny though,

even with an ample dose of my Grandmother’s DNA,

I don’t have the window-cleaning gene

strongly inherent in me.       .       .

Funnier still,

I have a huge amount of

M       A       R       Y

in   me.       .       .

I always seem to have a not-so-poetic way of pointing out

WHAT’S      WRONG      WITH      SOMEONE      ELSE’S      WASH

without much noticing

the dirt and streaks on my own Windows.          .          .

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm of the Day:

Maybe it’s not which window

I look out of at all

so much as which

M       I       R       R       O       R

I’m actually standing.        .        .

Wait.          .          .

I think I see a Spot.           .           .

Y        o        u ?