Sharing the Light

“That’s barely burning” I said as I looked down at the jar candle. I like to use candles in the bathroom instead of the bright lights and loud fan. It just makes a shower or bath that much more calming. Without a thought, I grabbed another jar candle, lit it and it burned bright. Perfect!

Upon exiting the shower, what I saw next made me stop and reflect for a minute. I looked over and both jar candles were burning brightly and had the exact same flame height. It was as if the brightly light candle had somehow shared it’s light with the other one and now both were burning brightly.

I immediately thought of my life and how at times I’ve felt discouraged, lost and just not “burning bright”. Every time someone has appeared with a bright countenance, encouragement, and just shared their light. By being in their presence, it helped me to become brighter.

As I took this deeper, I wondered if it was really that simple. Had I been making it too hard for so long? Could it be that all I need to do is just humbly and gratefully let my light shine day every day, to everyone no matter what, no matter the situation? Could it be that in times of despair, all I really needed to do was be there? Taking it one step further; why wait for things to be bad, why not BE there ALL the time?

The water dripped onto the floor as these insights flowed through my mind. Who knew lighting a couple of candles could trigger such deep thoughts and emotions. Who knew that such changes in my perspective could occur from such a simple act.

What a feeling of freedom to just BE….and share the light.

Have a beautiful day!

Just Ask

“Can I get you anything for your time?, I asked. “Absolutely not! I love talking about this and helping people” she said. I left my friend’s office totally wired from our meeting.

I’ve been revising my book manuscript and researching the myriad of publishing options. My friend had very successfully published a book several months earlier. I wanted to ask her how she did it, but each time I chickened out and decided to go “find my own” answers.  As often happens, too much research revealed more questions than answers.

So I finally just asked if she’d be willing to answer some of my questions. I didn’t want to be a bother, just needed some guidance. Notebook in hand full of detailed questions, I was ready to make the most of this special opportunity.

To my surprise, she spent well over an hour generously explaining every process. She answered all of my questions and more. I received exactly what I needed and all I did was ask.

I pride myself on getting things done. Cars, homes, computers, etc. the common mantra is “did it myself”.  Maybe it’s an only child thing or just being a man, but asking for help is not easy. I guess I don’t want to appear to be taking a ride on someone else’s experiences and being lazy. Course men are known for not asking for directions, so maybe it’s just how we’re wired.

This past experience showed me the power of “just asking” when I needed help. Of course, I didn’t just say “tell me how you did it”. I came totally prepared with meaningful questions and took copious notes.  Afterward, I went and applied everything I could immediately.

Next time I find myself a little lost or confused, I’m going to just ask for help. It’s much easier than going it alone and saves a lot of needless frustration. Sure, I’m still going to give it my best shot first, but I won’t flail so long before seeking a little assistance.