So, where are we at now– Black Friday? Cyber Monday? Small Business Saturday? I have no idea. All I know is that today, my friends, we are having a sale, and it will go on until… well, until I remember to make the Paypal buttons inactive, I supposed, but at least until Tuesday, I am offering several sales today. I may be adding more as the weekend goes on. Before I post them, however, I want to share two things.
I had fairly low expectations for the first week– get the blog going again, set up the nature table, clear the autumn/Halloween/Thanksgiving stuff from the mantle, bring down the Christmas stuff. And I accomplished that much at least. But I knew between me getting back from NYC, Daniel’s show starting, two concerts, and two theater galas, we would would not get too much down.
Here are a few photos from our first week.
One of my goals in looking critically at my Advent book is to see if this popular Waldorf poem, attributed to Steiner (although with no proof that I have ever found), that is basically used as the framework for so many Waldorf/Steiner-inspired Advent observations. After reading it in its entirety and really pondering it, I believe it does.
Looking at it as a whole, I love how it speaks to the themes of evolution, of change, of moving towards… something, even if we’re not quiet sure what it is. It speaks of curiosity and thinking and growth. We begin with stones, then plants, then animals, and, finally, humankind.
Man proposes, God disposes…
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men
Gang aft agley…
Whatever quote I pull out from the back of my brain, the fact is that we are four days into Advent and I am already behind.
Although really, behind in what? It’s not as if Advent is a school assignments. It’s not a work requirement. It’s not an appointment or a meeting or something I have to check off my to-do list. It’s not something I have to do in order for Christmas to come. It’s a choice.
It’s a funny thing about growing up Catholic– I always think of Advent of the beginning of a new year. I actually feel pretty lucky that I get multiple beginnings this way–Advent, the actual new year, the beginning of the school year, each new season, new month, new week. To quote St. Benedict, always we begin again.
Part of being willing to begin again is realizing that beginning are not always perfect. And yet, to quote again, “from small beginnings great things come.”