Sunday, January 6, 2019 – Epiphany

This string of quiet days that have fallen gently, like precious pearls dropping silently on to clouds of fluffy cotton, is drawing to an end. We will spend a (not so quiet) morning at church singing, praying, listening, and worshipping. Today is the day of Epiphany, a celebration of the revelation to the Magi—gentiles—of the

Joy

I wake with anticipation: our girls arrive today! The quiet contemplation of Advent is about to give way to the joy of Christmas as seen through the eyes of a child. In these quiet, solitary, early moments of the day, I rest in gratitude. This dark December season has been a sweet one, and I

Now It Is Winter

Winter arrives and, with it, the shortest day of the year—starting tomorrow, it’s downhill toward gardening season. And still, no snow. Butter tarts, a  sweet Canadian treat, are happening here today and probably not much else. Winter arrives, waiting continues. Words are few.

Cadence

There is a gentle cadence to these darkest days of the year. I would like to linger here for a while. We tend to little projects around home, and take drives in the short afternoons. We set up a Christmas village in anticipation of grandchildren visiting. We wrap gifts and nibble shortbread cookies. I sit in

Waiting

Brown paper packages appear under the non-traditional tree. I sip caramel macchiatos in coffee shops in the afternoon. Gerry spends time in the garage with a table saw. I light three candles: for hope, peace, and joy. It gets starts to get dark at three o’clock. Shortbread calls from the freezer. Canada Post comes through. All