Here we are, in the midst of it - 4 days to go until the big day! As with all Advents of late, I'm trying to put on the brakes and stop time from going so fast, so I can just settle down and "be." In the midst of it. Take time to meditate and ruminate on what it all means, be quiet, be still, enjoy. It's just not going so well, though - my "to-do" list is unrelenting.
I have a half-dozen half-composed blog posts about Christmas, but as you can see they haven't quite been written or posted yet. Ah well. I came late to discovery of this sweet site: theadventdoor.com. The author, Jan Richardson, has some great thoughts about the season, so in the absence of my not-so-great thoughts - read hers!
Here is a poem borrowed from the site:
When I scan other skies
for signs of hope,
and when I walk other paths
with a longing for home,
God of the exile,
lead me back through my own door.
Tell me
my forgotten stories,
feed me
the words I have given away,
and draw my gaze
from the far horizon
that I may see the lights
in my own sky.
(-Jan Richardson)
