Another day with a little black cat on my lap, but one that started with a beautiful photograph and poem, with their reminder of this time of year remembering those who've gone. Little lights flickering in the dark can focus our attention on what we are really feeling, more so than any words—but sometimes words help us. There is a little book I look at sometimes, The Quiet Eye: A Way of Looking at Pictures, by Sylvia Shaw Hudson, which is quite contemplative, pairing an image (paintings, mostly) with a quote. It sets a smoothness against a jarring day.
I remember lighting candles in France for my mother: one in Fontaine-de-Vaucluse in a church that most certainly was built on a Neolithic holy site, which was lit only by candles and was so dark and cool against the day.