Showing posts with label Advent. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Advent. Show all posts

Friday, December 22, 2023

Advent reflections

Advent is drawing to close. The shortness of this year's season has me wishing for more time - that last long purple candle will maybe be lit once. We're actually reusing last year's candles this year, so all of our candles have been lit, but if they weren't, I might make an effort to light it at lunchtime just to see the taper burn!

Although I titled this post "Advent Reflections," I don't have any wise words about the Scriptures. I have have struggled to pay attention in Mass, and I haven't picked up a book with any spiritual content in weeks. My preparations for the season have been very different this year. I usually do try to read an Advent book; this year I have been reading student work.  We usually have some sort of Advent calendar or at least start our Jesse tree countdown. This year, I've been counting down the days left of school, and the days left till our kids come home. We've put up the basic decorations - lights around the trees outside and around the front door. Thanks to our Boy Scout friend's fundraiser, we have a beautiful garland and swag on the front porch. And we do have a lovely tree, especially compared to last year's, which may have been the second worst tree we've ever had. Nothing can top the homeliness of the Menard's tree we had that was so dead it was spray painted green. Most of the needles were gone by New Year's. 

And we have our nativities up. These are some of my favorite decorations.  Our high schooler wanted us to keep the decor minimal. She does not like my clutter or lack of a theme. She is right that most of our decorations look tired, much like how I feel. But the nativities are up, and I've ordered a couple new figures for the Fontanini set since our youngest doesn't remember adding any new ones. I wish I had thought to order them for St. Nicholas day, which was pretty minimal this year for the two at home, although I managed to back some spritz cookies to add to popcorn and hot chocolate at school. 

Teaching this semester has been exhausting and humbling. I took on too much by continuing to tutor for the writing center of the college near our house and to teach the online military education course, and some of my fears about not spending enough time with our daughters have been realized. In other ways, since I am on the same campus with them, I see them throughout the day, and I am more in touch with what is going on in their daily lives at school. My feelings about teaching are complex, and I've been trying to sort them out, but I'll save that for another post. 

Instead, I wanted to reflect on what has been a blessing here, now that it is nearly Christmas. I haven't documented the last six weeks of our lives, and much has happened. Our second oldest son is engaged! He has been dating his fiancee for almost four years, so we've been anticipating this news for awhile, but we are thrilled it is official! He proposed the weekend before Thanksgiving, so we all were able to toast to their engagement Thanksgiving weekend, which we spent in Maine. We rented an AirBNB about an hour from Boston on the Maine coast.  This place was hidden gem in a beautiful little neighborhood with rocky cliffs for a front yard. It was so pretty and comparatively affordable that I thought it might be a scam listing. But gladly it wasn't! The whole family was able to come, along with my husband's brother's family, who also live in Boston now. And on Friday, our future daughter-in-law's family also joined us to celebrate the happy couple. The weekend was as near perfect as it could be - no big arguments, everyone slept well, the weather was perfect - the first stormy evening was dramatic followed by mild sunny days, the kids - I should say, young adults - all were happy and engaged with each other. It was truly a dream vacation.

The entire week of Thanksgiving was a blessing - we started the week with a few days at my parents' house. Not all of the kids could join us there, but our oldest daughter came out since she works from home and was able to work at my parents' even with their weak wifi service Monday and Tuesday. It was a quiet visit, although my brother and sister and their kids came out. My sister has bought a little river house, so we had a sister's kayaking trip from her front yard. A topic of the weekend that was bit gloomy was elder care as my parents are facing some health issues. The need is not imminent, but many of my parents' friends have begun to downsize and discuss future plans. To highlight the tenuousness of life, a friend of ours had a mini-stroke and so did our college son's roommate. Both guys are fine, but these events are certainly a call to embrace each day. 

While Thanksgiving week was the highlight of November, we also fit in a couple mother-daughter college visits, one of my favorite bonding experiences. Our senior daughter has had mixed emotions about running in college, and she is not particularly fervent about any school. This makes the college search process both easier and harder.  I have had to struggle with my own ambitions in this case. A work in progress. 

Our other big event recently was hosting a Christmas party for my husband's work. I actually missed a couple of parties that I had been invited to last week in order to finish some schoolwork and prep for this event. Strategically placing the minimal decor and cleaning were top priorities. Menu planning, shopping, etc, were also a bit more stressful since I barely knew anyone who was coming, and I was eager to please this crowd. Happily, they were easier to please than I imagined. People don't really care about houses and menus - they just like to get together to socialize. This event was a reminder of how appreciated hospitality is. My husband received several meaningful thank you notes to this effect. His office hasn't had a Christmas party in years, and never at a home. This was our exercise in Christmas season hospitality.  Trying to follow the example of the innkeeper by offering a humble space, although it's pretentious to compare our house to a stable. 

On the other hand, my heart is not the warm and welcome place it should be. It's crusty with selfishness and pride that need to be excavated. I'm thankful for the cyclical nature of the liturgy for these seasonal reminders to examine my conscience and scrape out those dark spaces, so there is more room for the light of hope, joy, faith, love. I am easily weighed down by a to do list that becomes a chore rather than a pleasure of serving those I love. Sometimes I wonder why I take the time to return to this blog, but this little moment of reflection here has stirred again those coals of covered up by the dark and reminded me how much I have to be grateful for. Although the shopping is not done, the decorations for the tree are still in a box, and I haven't had time to read a soul enriching book, taking this moment here to recall these blessings is a reminder of why the church year includes periods for rest and reflection. 

If I don't post again before Christmas, I send many wishes for a Merry Christmas full of many moments to pause and give thanks and of new memories to be grateful the next time you have occasion to pause. 

       






 

 










  


   
December brought autumn color to Austin








Monday, December 12, 2022

Rejoice

 Gaudete Sunday already!

We just returned from a quick trip to Houston to visit the cousins and watch a track meet. It was a long day in an indoor track building after early Mass. I love track meets, but it was crowded on the aluminum bleachers that had no seatbacks, and I was trying to grade papers on a computer that kept dying. Our daughter's events was one of the last ones, but the coaches want to kids there early, even though few runners stay to watch the events after their own races are over. When the meet ended around 4, we had a 3 hour drive home. No one felt very much like rejoicing, and in fact we all picked at each other before our tomato soup and grilled cheese dinner, which we sat down to at 7:45 pm. 

But we lit the pink candle. Then we all went to our corners for some quiet time, the high schooler to study, the grade schooler with her book, my husband and I with our emails and grading. It was not a very joyful Sunday night, but a little quiet time was what we all needed. 


“Thirst” by Mary Oliver


Another morning and I wake with thirst
for the goodness I do not have. I walk
out to the pond and all the way God has
given us such beautiful lessons. Oh Lord,
I was never a quick scholar but sulked
and hunched over my books past the hour
and the bell; grant me, in your mercy,
a little more time. Love for the earth
and love for you are having such a long
conversation in my heart. Who knows what
will finally happen or where I will be sent,
yet already I have given a great many things
away, expecting to be told to pack nothing,
except the prayers which, with this thirst,
I am slowly learning.

— Mary Oliver, Thirst



Wednesday, December 23, 2020

Prepare the way

Tonight we'll have all nine of us under one roof again for the first time in a while - July?  Holiday jollity will ensue, to an extent.  Our plans for Christmas are subdued, like everyone else's. We'll go to Mass outside on Christmas Eve in the early evening - no midnight Mass.  We'll open lots of presents on Christmas morning, we'll watch some Christmas movies and eat lots of Christmas treats, and then we'll have a big feast on roast beast before sharing desserts with our friends whom we've seen regularly throughout - our quaranteam friends, or whatever cute name you want to call the people you feel safe gathering with.  I've resisted offering invitations to anyone (although I've been tempted and have considered ways to gather safely in the back yard with small groups - book club was gathering until this month because CA went back in the purple tier, and it's getting too dark and chilly to sit outside).  We obviously haven't had any work Christmas parties, or school Christmas concerts, or Church Christmas events.  I actually have the shopping done early. And Christmas cards are ready to go except for a few I mean to put notes in.  

To capture a bit of the Christmas spirit we have walked around the neighborhood in the early evenings to view the lights. We looked at the conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn - but you can see better photos elsewhere. We've made and eaten  lots of cookies and delivered some to friends in the neighborhood. We've decorated our house and lit the Advent wreath, eaten the chocolates in the calendar, set out some of the Jesse tree pieces -more than usual, and had some feasts in honor of saints - but mainly because the kids wanted to try out new recipes and have an excuse to go to the Asian grocery and the Mexican mercado and the Italian market.  Having bored young adults around has kept us well fed. 

I hesitate to admit, but record here in the interest of our family record, that we did do something risky and probably unwise, but escaped unscathed. We took a trip to see my in-laws, whom we hadn't seen in 18 months. I had purchased the tickets at the end of October when cases were down and things were opening up, and the tickets were dirt cheap.  My thinking was that travel would be light between Thanksgiving and Christmas, although that reasoning didn't take into account the number of people who travel to ski destinations.  As the date of our trip approached and coronavirus cases began to skyrocket around the nation, I grew more and more apprehensive. We called the in-laws to cancel and offered to postpone our trip, but the grandparents were encouraging, and my husband didn't want to disappoint them. And the college kids who came home after Thanksgiving were encouraging. They had just returned from a campus of about 12,000 that had just under 2,000 cases over the semester. A large number, but according to them, the people who caught the virus (I almost wrote "got sick" but many of them weren't sick) were those who went to parties or hung out in each others' rooms without masks. The mask wearers/distancers rarely were infected. So they trusted the protocols.  As did my husband who goes to work every day with thousands of other service members who are compelled to follow government regulations. His command has had a handful of cases, but all were transmitted outside of work.  So he, too, trusted the protocols of masking, distancing, and washing hands.

Since what is in motion stays in motion unless a stronger opposing force halts the forward movement, we went on our trip.  In preparation, we cut off what few social events we have - walks around the neighborhood, meeting for coffee, beach trips with friends for the kids - and other than my husband going to work and trips to the grocery store, we quarantined for about ten days and got tested; all were negative.  The airports and planes were more crowded than I had expected, but 99% of people wore their masks and kept their distance.  Of course, the couple in front of me had to be reminded more than once by the stewardess to cover their noses and to keep their little girl's mask up, so they had me anxious the whole time. During our layover we went to the USO and stayed in a corner until our next flight.  But I was still a nervous wreck.  

Once we arrived at my in-laws, I tried to be mindful and reminded the kids to wash their hands frequently and watch their spacing. We did hug a few times, but I am afraid I was not especially warm company.  Our visit was only four days, and we spent them at my in-laws' house, playing games, watching movies, playing Nerf wars. We had a Thanksgiving/Christmas dinner one day.  On our fourth day, a beautiful, wet snow fell all night long. It blanketed the yard about 4 inches deep by the time we awoke. Our youngest was ecstatic, and the olders excited.  It was the perfect snow for snowman making and snowball fights, so the whole family bundled up the minimal winter gear we had brought or that Gram had stashed away and ran out for a rousing snowball fight.  When the snow was still falling after lunch, my husband began to pace and our fourteen year old, who already has a phobia about flying, began to whimper about plane delays and crashes.  But our 7 pm flight left on time, not quite as full, and our return trip was safe and uneventful.

A couple days after we got home, we all got tested again.  Negative x7. (Our oldest in Arizona couldn't go, and my husband didn't test because of different protocols.) I breathed a little easier, and now that it has been two weeks since our return I am even more at ease. I am a little sorry I wasn't more affectionate during our visit, but I am not writing this to encourage people to travel.  Our experience does give me more faith in the safety claims of airlines, but the numbers continue to rise, and just because we escaped the bullet this time doesn't mean we would the next time.  

I'd like to offer some better meaningful reflection on our trip, but I've got to finish those cards and say good morning to my children.  I've written and deleted a few sentences about my thoughts about this trip but I can't quite articulate what.  I'd like to think of something in the Christmas spirit to do today, but one wants to go to the DMV for a driver's permit test today. I don't know if I can manage it today, but sooner than I am ready, we'll have 5 licensed drivers in the family.  I wonder if I will ever be quite ready for Christmas, and life... 

A neighbor's Christmas fountain planting

 
Lights around the 'hood

Modelling a new dress made by our neighbor

 
Snow! The first morning tracks...



Oliver

The yard post-snowball war

One of many feasts - chicken parmesan

Tree decorating

At least one person is still exciting about St. Nicholas day

Handknit sweater concocted by college son done with school and ready to create

Week 1 - how did 3 more weeks pass so quickly? 

A quiet evening on the beach. 

 

Reading is one form of escape. Running for your life is another.
-Lemony Snicket