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Advent-ures 29 Nov

Advent-ures
29 Nov

The idea is that I post something reflective every day. It’s day three of advent and I’m only properly beginning. I remember in previous years writing about what exactly advent is. Do you have to know what you’re anticipating in order to patiently wait? Or can your expectation be latent, without any sense of what its concrete end might look like? I imagine that serenity is necessity, but am grateful that in the messiness there is space between the squirrels, raccoons and foxes for divine surprise.

Making the House Ready for the Lord by Mary Oliver, Thirst
Dear Lord, I have swept and I have washed but
Still nothing is as shining as it should be
for you. Under the sink, for example, is an
uproar of mice—it is the season of their
many children. What shall I do? And under the eaves
and through the walls the squirrels
have gnawed their ragged entrances—but it is the season
when they need shelter, so what shall I do? And
the raccoon limps into the kitchen and opens the cupboard
while the dog snores, the cat hugs the pillow;
what shall I do? Beautiful is the new snow falling
in the yard and the fox who is staring boldly
up the path, to the door. And still I believe you will
come, Lord: you will, when I speak to the fox
the sparrow, the lost dog, the shivering sea-goose, know

that really I am speaking to you whenever I say,
as I do all morning and afternoon: Come in, Come in.

posted by Feminine Feminist @ 8:53 PM