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This is the time of year when the world grows quieter, and because of that, the smallest things begin to speak louder. I’ve been thinking a lot about whimsy — not the loud, glittery kind, but the kind that arrives in the corner of your eye and makes you pause. This year, I began taking pictures of things that looked like other things. A tiny personal mission.  It started with a perfect moment of accidental art: a bird pop on my front window, and when the light hit it, it look

There’s a stillness to December you can’t find any other time of year. The days narrow themselves into soft edges. The nights stretch long and quiet. Old almanac writers called these “the dreaming weeks” — a time when the sun stands still, and the world gathers its breath. Maybe that’s why candlelight feels different now. Not brighter, but closer. Not louder, but steadier — a kind of welcome that doesn’t require words. Belonging has never been about the size of the gatherin

Why pretty add ins change completely once flame and melted wax enter the picture.

I am grateful for the independent shops that stock Lunahrin. My candles sit beside their own beautiful goods and add a small piece of warmth.