Advent is harder to celebrate than I expected, because it's hard to pay attention long enough to celebrate it. (Also, I loaned out my book of reflections that I was planning to read – an impressive display of lack of foresight.)
That's disconcerting because I'm used to being able to contemplate on demand. Something has happened in me that makes it harder to hit that switch.
To an organized, "get stuff done" person, I'm sure my life still looks like a casual stroll by limpid pools. But to me, I am really busy right now. And it's not all checklists and externals. The emotional work of marriage and maturity have seized me like an ocean wave.
I'm far from drowning, hell I even body surf a little. But it's work. The whole time, it's work.
I hope tomorrow to get my book back and use it to impose some structure, help me focus for the rest of the month.
1 comment:
you know the Shalom House peeps did a advent reflection guide. that might work for ya in a pinch if the other one doesn't make its way back to you. I'll e-mail it...
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