Whenever the power goes out, everything stops. The busy-ness of living takes a deep breath as a family quickly looks for candles, eats all the ice cream (just in case it melts ~ what a waste!) and sits down in front of the woodstove, the only source of heat and main source of light. Never a day passes in which I do not look upon the blessed woodstove and think how grateful I am for its warmth and beauty. When the power goes out, we all take a moment to consider the lives of people long ago, living simply with no electricity, dependent on the aquisition of firewood during the warmer months in order to survive the winter. We are so lucky.