Dec. 20, 2023
Third Wednesday of Advent
I love sitting in the dark — and today gives me ample opportunity since this is the shortest day (longest night) of the year.
I love how Venus greets me when I come here to my sacred space, just hanging there, suspended in dark space — my companion on this cold winter morn. Its presence warms my soul.
I love the way the white lights of the Christmas tree and the snow globe angel bounce off the walls and windows like fairies dancing in the dark.
I love the flicker of the Advent candles that speak of hope, of peace, of joy — and come Sunday, love. With each light, comes more light. A gradual move to the true Light of Whom we wait.
I love the unhurried awakening of the Eastern sky … so subtle yet so sure of itself in its unfolding, knowing it will move through the day only to bow its head in rest again when evening comes.
I love how the dark teaches me to trust the light and how that light teaches me to walk in the dark.
I love how the Light leads kindly on.
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