It seems to me that a kind of madness continues to grip the world and pushes even deeper into darkness with each passing day, month, and year. I despair for the future. Hope, peace, joy, and love, the themes of these next four weeks before Christmas, feel like some wild fantasy not worth the effort to even think about. And yet, the great wheel of time, the one sure constant upheld by the cosmic wonders of the sun, the moon and tides, has transported all of us, willing or not, to this time and place once again. It is Advent.
Encouraged by the creativity and wonder of the little ones around me ...
...and consoled by the promise of light offered by a single candle on my Advent hearth this morning, I once again push out the Advent boat across this season of quiet expectation searching for lights of hope, peace, joy, and love.
I've lost count how many years that I have shared my reflections for Advent. In the past, each day has offered some words and images to convey the theme of the week. But I'm tired of words. These past months a barrage of words has flooded my days. Angry, insulting, despicable words that fly in the face of sense and sensibility pepper communications of all kinds. It is a cacophony that I can no longer abide. So this Advent, there will only be words on the Sundays while the rest of week I will post an image or maybe two, an offering of silent reflection.
Come join me in the silent places.
Let's light up the darkness!
©2024 April Hoeller
Si nice having you back, guiding us through the season. Happy advent! April and readers😉
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