O Sapientia, O Wisdom,
O wisdom, who came from the mouth of the Most High, reaching from end to end and ordering all things mightily and sweetly, come and teach us the way of prudence.
It’s almost here! I think I’ve put this up, last year or before, but this is my soundtrack for today and tomorrow, so I’m loading it here too.
Knot those bows, ice those cookies, drink the nog or grog…..Christmas is almost, almost here!
Advent begins tomorrow!
It feels early this year, but I suppose that can’t be. Once again, it’s sorta snuck up on me and I’m feeling all behind before I even begin. Yikes. So, to that end, today I’m going to mindfully try to prep my interior self to accept my inevitable winding sloppy stumble through this season of Advent. By which I mean, I already KNOW I’m not gonna be as prepped as I hoped to be. I do NOT have the christmas list finished, heck, it’s not even begun…I”m still in a minor denial of it and a squinting gaze of “Hmmm, how best to tackle this, this year?” This year is a bit untethered; there are changes this year inside and out. We are in the midst of a noticeable, keenly observed, evolution (Which is to say that we all are in the midst of the unmarked evolution, all the time, right? But this year, I’m seeing feeling marking it).
So, here’s what I know: The big: in our Church we go to new, more precise, liturgical phrasing and a revamp of the missal, the liturgy of the Mass in order to better direct our hearts souls and prayer vertically – toward the holy, the divine. It will increase our awareness of the sacred, right here, right now, and beyond. How exciting is that? I’m sure a whole ‘nother post to come on that one, it’s that big.
The other big: my eldest is having his first Christmas with his “new family:” his Dominican family. And while I might leak a tear here and there, and try to push (with fluctuating success) the blues that threaten to buffet me from missing him….I want him to have a really happy holiday season and just relish his new traditions. I want him to savor the richness and goodness in these beautiful new traditions, to laugh at the quirks of his new family/companions, and to really enjoy and appreciate these holidays. I think he did for Thanksgiving, I heard it in his voice and it made me very happy and answered my simple but fervent prayer of the day. I want only the same for him for Christmas and Advent…and that’s the same as I claimed for myself when I started out on my own and began my own, now much loved, holiday traditions.
The smaller, but also so important: I want to accept my inevitable inability to “do it all” and not let that tank my holiday happy before it even settles in. I want to TRY to get most of it sort of figured out and/or taken care of this coming week (Bwah ha ha ha! – hey a gal can dream!) and then I want to slow down (My friend Zoe, she inspires me). I want to read and be PRESENT and just soak in the richness of this season. I fail every year. But, hope springs eternal and I’m hoping, once again.
So the stuff:
So you see, I have a lot of stuff rattling around in my head. And instead of waiting to come up with profound or pithy posts, I think the only way for me to simply and mindfully wend my way through this season is, oddly enough, to sort it out through typing and posting. Only then, perhaps will I be able to declutter my brain and find the silence and slow there too. So, thanks in advance for enduring if you will.
It’s the advent of Advent. I love this season, not for the surface, but for the deep. Exciting times ahead!