PAGE OF WANDS

After a spell of the dull and dismal, when the tooth gets long and the days feel gray, a single candle is lit anew—tall, thick, joyfully young, and masterfully made.

This is your second flame.

The wand is handed back to you—a chance to do with fire what you didn’t before. So wear the purple pants. Rock the polka-dotted, sunshine-yellow shirt. Be the cowboy you dreamed of as a kid but felt too silly to become. It’s middle age, baby. Granny’s in a bikini. Martha’s a swimsuit model at 80. Men buy Corvettes, sure—but you? You get to say: "Hell with it. I earned this life."Page of wands

"The Second Flame"

After a spell of the dull and dismal, when the tooth gets long and the days feel gray, a single candle is lit anew—tall, thick, joyfully young, and masterfully made.

This is your second flame.

The wand is handed back to you—a chance to do with fire what you didn’t before. So wear the purple pants. Rock the polka-dotted, sunshine-yellow shirt. Be the cowboy you dreamed of as a kid but felt too silly to become. It’s middle age, baby. Granny’s in a bikini. Martha’s a swimsuit model at 80. Men buy Corvettes, sure—but you? You get to say: "Hell with it. I earned this life."

You’ve known fear. You’ve known waiting. Now you know better. Go back to school—study theology, metaphysics, business. Paint. Take a pottery class. Write your damn book. Raise chickens. Train horses. Sell mascara on HSN. Whatever it is, this is the gateway.

You grew. You earned. Now you're being rewarded—with a second chance to become who you always wanted to be.

Missed something? Grab it. Divorce? Love is still out there. Dead-end job? Change careers. Empty nest? Make yourself over. Don’t waste it.

Because this second chance?

It’s not just a gift.

It’s your time