I've been reviewing 2014, looking over photos from the year and soon re-reading my journal, preparing for our annual New Year's journal session. Here are a few images from January and February, full of the record snow and icy scenes we experienced here in northern Indiana.
A blessed 2015 to you all!
All the Advent candles have been lit, and at the center of our wreath the Christ light burns -- as it has throughout Advent, since Christ is with us even as we wait to celebrate the anniversary of the birth.
And the babe is in the manger in our nativity scenes, and lion and the lamb watch over him, along with camels, donkeys, oxen, shepherds, kings, and a whole chorus of angels.
I am grateful this evening for recovery from a bout of flu in time for today's trip out to Pittsburgh, for a safe and easy trip, for time with family here, and especially for the Christmas Eve service at the small Unitarian-Universalist congregation where my son-in-law is director of worship music. We sang Christmas carols, heard Luke's telling of the Christmas story alongside a reading of the Beatitudes and the Great Commandment, with the reminder that the story is not just that of the babe in the manger but the grown Jesus' call to action on behalf of the poor and marginalized. And we passed the light from candle to candle in celebration of the Light that has come into the world and of the spark of divine light that is in each of us.
May your candle flame burn brightly this Christmas!
The woods were mostly brown and gray, but along the millrace it was more colorful, with blues and golds. The reflections always catch my eye, and the water birds are a bonus. There were seven swans a-swimming out on the dam pond, but too widely dispersed for a photo op -- though a few ducks seemed ready to get in on the action.
After a series of gray, cloudy days, the sunshine on Wednesday came at a good time. I had some free time and headed over to Witmer Woods, near the dam. I visited these woods regularly last spring, watching the green emerge. It was well hidden this time and I found myself focusing on patterns and shapes instead.
"Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"
I've taken on a prayer practice of looking for the moments of light in each day, whether actual or metaphorical, and then writing or posting photos of what I find.