Advent and Christmas, darkness and light, fasting and feasting, bitter and sweet.
The first week was consumed with performances of Aladdin Jr. A cello recital and a violin recital. Candlelight Rorate Mass, St. Nicholas Day, Immaculate Conception, afternoon Vespers, and Santa Lucia. Music and plays and concerts and waiting and changing. Waiting for change. Changing to wait. Transitions at home and back home in Oklahoma. The roller coaster of house hunting an home finding. Soaking in beauty until my cup runs over and it aches to not have a bigger cup to contain all the goodness and faithfulness of God.
Oh, to be a saint or a poet . . .
“EMILY: "Does anyone ever realize life while they live it...every, every minute?"
STAGE MANAGER: "No. Saints and poets maybe...they do some.”
-Thorton Wilder, Our Town