The Sleep ceremony
We believe our candles are as unique as their lucky owners. Always open for re-interpretation, CYRE is a tale that never ends, an enigma that carries the stories of those who light them. We’re passionate about wax, and we’re even more fascinated by the personal memories, medicinal rituals and practices of ancient indulgence it unlocks through burning - bringing CYRE candles to the creatives and healers around us, and bringing their stories to you. Read through for the first of our photo-chronicles by our in-house artist and filmmaker Niki Kohandel.
For when every long day gives way to a short-lived night,
For every unspelt wish that seeks its way in a troubled mind,
Alight my reverence for the love of jasmine and hiba,
For the soul to feel as the body,
And for the body to dream as the soul.’
You may repeat those words as many times as you wish. Standing up, elevate the candle above your eye line and walk circling the space of your ritual before you end it by blowing out the flame.
The Cornish sea is cold year-round, but I like to jump in - no wetsuit. Every time the shock of the cold water hits me - like a Virgin. Touched for the very first time. When I get my hair wet, and stay in, I hardly notice the cold.
I like sitting at the bottom, 10 feet deep. The water weighing a comfortable 4.33 pounds per square inch. Resting. Happy place.
On the sand or on the rocks near the water I photograph others in the water. Kissing, Swimming, Sleeping.
Sea Voyeurism, Contact High, Saving It For Later.
“Believe your eyes. (the Sea!) A place on earth more awesome than anywhere in space.” The Abyss (1989)
Smell your potentiality