Advent Week One

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.

I’m still working on getting the Pinterest boards going, and have slowly been sorting through the Advent board I already have. Slow and steady and all that.

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.

Advent and New Beginnings


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.”

November is always a big month for us. It’s a bit of a bittersweet month– the twins’ birthday is always shadowed a bit by my PPCM diagnosis, and we begin the month remembering those who have gone before us. Here are some of our upcoming November celebrations.

November 1/2: All Saints’ and All Souls’ Days. We lump these together in a bit of a remembrance celebration, and this year will actual be celebrating late– tonight in fact! We try to keep it positive and remember those who have come before us, both those we have known and loved personally and those we admire and hold up as examples. We do not co-op other traditions– it is not Dios de los Muertos, although we might watch Coco.