Third week of advent.



It is the third week of advent, this precious season of waiting, hoping, expecting renewal, preparing, watching, waking up, pondering, unfolding, consenting, readying, bearing Christ within. It is a time of stillness, faith, adoration, heightened receptivity, trust, vigilance, peace, joy, love. Stillness is what has been calling me this season. The stillness calling me is deep deep within me, the place that is quiet no matter what is going on around me in the circumstances of my life. There may be movement and noise as well but somehow the quiet stillness can become louder than the rest as I carry on with my life. It is also a call to head an outer stillness, to take more time and space to tend to my Being after such an incredulous year. T. S. Eliot says, "We must be still and still moving Into another intensity For a further union, a deeper communion Through the dark cold and empty desolation, The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning." We all need to meet ourselves as we are, to listen to the words calling us in this season and to allow them to draw us deeper into them. To trust that as we tend to what is calling us we tend to the Whole. We know all to well by now that we are not separate. What I do for 'me' especially if done consciously can only be about 'we.' What is calling you in this season and are you listening? 'We' need you to listen. May your mind be open.

May your heart be wide.

May your body be at ease.

May you re-member yourself.

With love,

Heather

Here are a few of the readings from this week's pauses:

'Let This Darkness Be a Bell Tower' by Rainer Maria Rilke

Quiet friend who has come so far,

feel how your breathing makes more space around you.

Let this darkness be a bell tower

and you the bell. As you ring,

what batters you becomes your strength.

Move back and forth into the change.

What is it like, such intensity of pain?

If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.

In this uncontainable night,

be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses,

the meaning discovered there.

And if the world has ceased to hear you,

say to the silent earth: I flow.

To the rushing water, speak: I am.

Christ is coming

closer to the surface of our being

stay soft,

let Him rise

again and again

through the Sacred Chalice

of your Heart