Today is the feast of the Presentation of the Lord, also known in the West as Candlemas, and I think, formerly known as the Purification of Mary. It's a perfect day to celebrate light by blessing candles, on the cross-quarter day half-way between the winter solstice and the vernal equinox.
I like these feast days that seem to come out of order. The feast of the Presentation is like a piece of Christmas--the child Jesus, the theme of the light, the Lukan narrative of Simeon and Anna--that comes in the middle of winter Ordinary Time. I feel the same way about the Transfiguration; it's like a piece of the Resurrection glory of Easter that arrives suddenly in the otherwise liturgically drab middle of the summer.
That feast days like today should monkey-wrench the otherwise neat and linear progression of liturgical mystery by appearing a little out of order, it reminds me that all the mysteries we celebrate are a unity, not, as it were, coming one after the other, but as a single benevolent Mystery viewed from different angles.