"In a way, winter is the real spring, the time when the inner things happen, the resurgence of nature."
- Edna O'Brien
I love this time of year.
Fall is my favorite, but each season brings with it something unique, something beautiful. It comes at just the right time and in all the right ways, and the impending winter is no exception.
The words are coming slowly to me these days, replaced with thoughts of fun holiday crafts and lazy days spent on the couch. I am thinking about 2012 and what I want those days to hold, trying to decide what I did well in 2011 and what I could do better. I am reflecting and pondering, and I like that, in the middle of this season, I am reminded that Mary took the time to reflect and ponder too.
I have mentioned before that the season of advent is not one traditionally recognized by my particular church. Instead, Jordan and I have created our own hodgepodge of rituals, attending a lessons and carols service here, opening up the daily hours there.
This year, though, I came across this post by Edie. I spent some time listening to the podcasts, dusting off my copy of The Book of Common Prayer, and it hit me just how special, how relevant, how crucial, this season is for so many people.
Jordan and I may never fully grasp the mysteries of the church calendar or the blessings of advent. But I am willing to give it a shot, perhaps because in these weeks, I have found myself waiting, expectant. I am longing for a change to take place in my heart, am praying that I might find, buried somewhere beneath the broken surface, a closer bond with the Father, a sense of peace and quiet that I have long been missing.
This season, I am hopeful. The days are short, and as a result, the tasks are few. I am trying to focus on the quiet, to let it heal my soul. I think I let the noises get too loud, and everything of importance has been harder to hear.
Because I am and will always be the girl that plans and purposes, my thoughts are already drifting toward January. I am trying, though, to keep those thoughts in the distance, to instead relish these final weeks of the year that is quickly passing me by. I hope that in this season, as one calendar ends and another, more mysterious calendar begins, I can embrace all that has been taking place in my heart this year. That like Mary, at the end of this season, I will have something to show for the quiet ponderings occurring beneath the surface.
Tell me: What do you do to engage in this season of advent?
photo by The Pioneer Woman