I planned on writing more today about our human emotional-spiritual dredging project. How it’s possible to illuminate our sorrows with the flashlight of love through gentle awareness and deep inquiry. How we can turn more steadfastly toward the light of the Great Spirit by deconstructing our conditioned reactivity.
The Holy had other plans–as usual.
While cruising around Facebook in my 55 Chevy (no, that belonged to my husband when I met him and only exists in the field of imagination now) I stumbled upon a post by Diana Gabaldon. All you lovers of the “wildly popular” Outlander books and series know Diana, don’t you? If not, go meet Claire and Jamie and their time travel adventures. Ye get on your Scottish kirk, don’t ye ken?
Diana posted: Today is the Third Sunday of Advent, called “Gaudete” (“Rejoicing”) Sunday. This is where we pause in our solemn reflections, light the third candle of our Advent wreath (which is pink) and realize with joy and wonder what this process is leading to: the fulfillment of hope and promise in the greatness of love.
Rejoicing Sunday indeed! I closed my eyes and imagined the Advent wreath with its five stalwart candles standing between earth and heaven. Imagined lighting the flames. And felt the Holy whisper: Pause in our solemn reflections. Pause in your solemn reflections. Let us bring forth the sparkly lights of the Christmas season that promise to lift tear-filled sorrows and bring awareness of Christ Consciousness in a manger once again.
My word for today is JOY! Can you feel it, too?
The Universe turns on its invisible axis suspended in space. Can you FEEL the remarkable awe of that MIRACLE?
Sometimes this happens. Just a simple word like that–like joy–can ignite my heart’s embers and I’m twirling beneath a full moon in the soul’s psyche. Or just dancin’ around the Christmas tree…
Even though we’re doing our emotional and spiritual work, all ye Christmas elves, even though we’re building strong inner supports to give to the outer world–there’s a time for letting down our hair and dancing through Santa’s workshop.
Just say the word with me–sixteen times today. A thousand. After you empty the dishwasher maybe (because I’m imagining most of you have dishwashers, unlike us). Before you settle down to eat your turkey sandwich. How about every time you look at your phone?
Let’s say it. JOY. And watch the joy angels come singing. See if they will. See if they’ll let you lay down your burdens. Your sorrows. Your mistakes. The ways we’ve missed the mark. The ways we’re not brim-full with love and la-de-da and ho-ho-ho.
The Holy doesn’t want it to be all tears and sniffles and sadness. He wants celebration. She wants giggling. It wants us to drop the heavy platter of our thoughts and beliefs and judgments and opinions for the twinkle in a reindeer’s eye and just notice what’s here, now.
For those of you who can–and maybe some of you can’t–and that’s OK too because Joy will wait patiently until you’re oh-so-ready with beautiful golden wrapped gifts–let’s open our hearts today and sing Christmas carols to any bruised and battered corners of our being. To the bruised and battered corners of our blue and green spinning planet.
We’ll continue our journey toward Solstice and Christmas in the days to come as our ancient ancestors hover before the hearth and chant rituals to ensure the sun’s return. As we wait for the baby to birth through our humble offerings. As we light an advent candle in honor of the many ways the Holy appears in our life: light, dark, opening, closing, sadness, joy.
Anyone else up for some joy? What is bringing you joy this weekend? Can you find a morsel or two of joy to feed any hungry wee creatures in the corners of your red beating heart?
Day 57 of a seventy-five day journey to connect more deeply with God, Spirit, Holy, Love…to explore “What the Heart Knows” during the waning days of 2020.