i’ve been trying to allow us to slowly shift from the oranges and reds of thanksgiving to the greenery of christmas. it is time to pack up the mini-pumpkins we have be worshipping at since they began their lives as giant yellow blooms in our vegetable patch. it is time to think about what the advent will be for us this year.
i know some people have already made this shift and last year i felt the threatened unease of being behind. i was concerned that i was somehow messing up. but this year i feel ok with our pace and with our (really eternal) state of learningness. we are creating our family rhythms and cycles of course. we are discovering what meanings sit fully in our hearts and speak our truths. we are open to a depth of feeling but not interested in simply copying someone else’s.
this has got to be the way forth.
and also, the giant collection of red, white, and green plastic beads and 1″ bells we bought at ac moore this morning. already jingle bell bracelets have been crafted with pipe cleaners and another day i am hoping for a glorious garland.
aim for what you reach. not everyone has the wherewithal to drill tiny holes in acorns and then glue gun the tops back on. i asked the spirits about it all though, and they assured me that it is the beating in your heart that matters the most. the gladness. the seeking of internal joys. securing your tiny inner light and noting the connections with other greater outer lights.
sharing the stories in your heart.
praising your life.
and seeking your true self.
little plastic beadyness and all.