As evidenced by the relative emptiness of this blog over the past few weeks, I think it’s safe to say this season has truly been one of the busiest of my life. A senioritis-induced course schedule overload and new opportunities in the studio have been filling my time so sufficiently, I can’t remember the last time I sat down to journal, let alone blog. There are so many things I want to share with you- stolen costumes, nostalgic cheese, nourishing drops of dew- but for now I will take a note from advent season.
Advent is a version of the Latin term “coming”. It refers to the season observed by Western Christian churches as a time of waiting to celebrate the Nativity of Jesus. It’s a time of anticipation and measured expectancy. Religious or not, I find the practice of this slow expectancy deeply relatable. In this chaotic season of life, advent reminds us to take pause, muse, and reflect.
M and I crafted up our own advent calendar (a la Reading My Tea Leaves), each tiny envelope full of good deeds (make dinner for his brother and sister-in-law who are welcoming a new baby this week), and fun winter time dates (spiked hot chocolate at Duck & Bunny) to help us savor the wait.