In an attic I found an box of 1920’s matchcovers that Grandma Alice collected on her honeymoon. Matchbooks travel in handbags and pockets, jingling alongside coins and lipstick. They light birthday cakes and smokes and are, for a moment, currency of light. There will always be, lingering along the edges of our lives, a way to connect with one another, a way to give light and kindness. GypsyFaith shares beauty and truth-giving light just like old matchbooks!