On the 11th hour of the 11 day of the 11th month the WW 1 ended. At this time I always light my candle in its trench art candle stick. The picture unfortunately doesn't show the roses delicately engraved into the shell.
For a few minutes I sit and watch the candle and imagine the soldier in the trench as he created something beautiful from something ugly - and in those moments my heart and soul are lifted. This soldier gave me a gift, a reminder that even faced with death, faced with terror and bloodshed, he created something of beauty. Perhaps it was for a loved one back home that he was never able to gift personally, perhaps it was something to do that helped him escape the horror surrounding him? Whatever its purpose, it is reminder to me that when all we have at our disposal is something bad, we seek to change it, to morph it into something good - and that's the human spirit at its best.