I'm back. Or at least I hope so. It's been a long year and I've really missed writing. I just haven't had the inspiration or energy. It's been a year of sadness, depression, beautiful surprises, irony and new paths.
Writing for me has always been the means by which I hear my soul. She speaks her voice through my pen. Surprisingly, writing has been the very thing I've resisted for the past several months. As I sat in church last Sunday, I felt it was time to resume writing. I hoped I would make this entry on Sunday, the first Day of Advent. Alas, it's Wednesday. I didn't grow up in a religious tradition that recognized Advent. I've only been learning and participating in this time during the last several years. And now, I love Advent. Advent affirms the parts of life that seldom get attention: waiting, expecting, listening...being still. I feel drawn to let Advent lead me back here. And so, Advent begs the questions, "What am I expecting?" "What am I waiting for?" Maybe it's not the expectation of any certain thing to come to pass, or a wish to come true. Perhaps it's an openness to the Divine...the unexpected...the miracles.
You are welcome to join me this Advent season. I would love to hear your stories of expectation, and encountering the Divine.
Namaste.
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I'm really pleased that your back - I always enjoy your writing.
I've been finding real benefit from writing in the past few months - mainly in my journal- and I hope to increase my blogging activity in the coming weeks.
I'm glad I grew up with the season's of the church, advent being one of them. Glad you back to blogging as well. Coincidence we started back at the same time? I thinketh not. ~npp
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