Advent is whirring by quickly and slowly here. Each week a blur, each day a considered endeavor of commitments and duties. My rhythms are askew and I can’t seem to find their anchor. I know I often feel askew this time of year…but this year, I really do.
There is a loud cacophony of noise drowning out the quiet stillness and contemplation.
The peace of my heart.
I want to find it. Desperately.
Peace is a Person.
Today I read The Nutcracker adapted by Janet Schulman and The Carpenter’s Gift: a Christmas Tale about the Rockefeller Center Tree to my two little boys. And it was good. It was very good.
Up next a song…