So many good things to anticipate this month!
Advent peace. Earlier this week, I was at a writers’ group member’s home. She and her husband are Jewish
and celebrating Chanukah. So they lit the candles and sang a few prayers. It was quite lovely, and much
like my favorite part of Advent: lighting the purple candles of Advent, the firelight flickering and the
prayers dancing off my lips. It’s amazing how such a simple practice can bring such calm amid a crazy
The music. The Advent liturgies are among my favorite. Here is a playlist of many songs other than
O Come O Come Emmanuel. Of course, I’ve got about 6 renditions of that one—have to have the multiple
styles, of course! And for those of you like me who try very hard not to listen to birth-of-Christ-Christmas
Christmas music and get tired of the secular songs that have been playing since All Saints Day, here is a
not-that-Christmas Christmas playlist that has some lovely winter/holiday songs that get me in the
mood without making Christmas come too early.
Christmas, of course. One of the neat, mysterious things about being Catholic is how time is not really
linear. Every time we celebrate Christmas, we’re not commemorating an event long ago, but uniting
ourselves to the birth of Christ in the present. We are there with Mary and Joseph on that cold night when
we are at Mass.
And, for some reason, it gives us acceptable reason to go a little crazy with decorations.
More time spent with Mr. Sweet!
My book! Check out the link above. Soon and very soon I will make the listing on the Square store live. 🙂
New Year’s Eve. Every year for the past few I’ve gone to Orlando to see college friends. There’s always
some kind of party and pretty dress to wear. This celebration may be the last one we have together—so
many of us have moved or gotten grown-up jobs that may keep us away next year.
Virtue of the Month: Patience. For December, I’d like to grow in patience. I’m like Ricky Bobby.
I want to get married—there is another person to consider. So for Advent and Christmas, I’d like to link my
heart to Mary’s. Even though she was pregnant, and quite likely uncomfortable, her blessedness means she
was able to bear the journey and wait for her Son patiently. So I can try to slow down and wait, too.