Today dawned cloudy and dank, and has proven to be one of those classic raw November days that grace northern New England. There is the hint of snow to come, although the weather service promises there will be none today.
Early this morning Jennie and I went out to The Parkway, one of our favorite diners, for breakfast. The diner is classic in style and menu, serving remarkably delicious food that is locally sourced whenever possible. Yum!
We were up well before dawn, continuing a string of very early morning awakenings. This is a difficult time for mind and spirit, seemingly bad news cascading through the media and our day-to-day lives. I have taken to ignoring Facebook and Twitter after about seven in the evening; this allows me to actually go to sleep most nights. I’ve taken to suggesting friends and clients do the same. When I bend the arc of my intent, and take a late evening peek, I tend to be awake most of the night.
Today marks the First Sunday in Advent, the liturgical season that reminds us oppression, in many forms, resists freedom, and hope arises from darkness. As we await the birth of the Messiah, we are invited to remember that every child is the promised one, prophesied by, and called into being by, the Ancestors. In this time of expectancy we are encouraged to notice and challenge the cruel ways of the oppressor, and to hold up a welcoming light to those who search for sanctuary.
This year, as has been so for most of the past two thousand years, there are many who will hold high the light of hope, and many who will do all in their power to extinguish it. Today we pray all who care for the world will continue to be beacons of light and hope in the gathering darkness, and ask the Ancestors and spirits to watch over you.