|ONE OF MY KITCHEN WINDOWS, |
OVERLOOKING A BALCONY
FULL OF PLANTS. RAINING OUTSIDE AND A POT OF SOUP
ON THE STOVE INSIDE.
|THE LIGHT SHINES IN DARKNESS,|
AND THE DARKNESS HAS NOT OVERCOME IT.
|SIT DOWN AND TELL ME |
ALL ABOUT YOURSELF.
Whoa, Advent began early this year. But then we had the Feast of Epiphany, with the star in the East and the wise men on January 8, and the Baptism of Christ, which is usually the next Sunday, the very next day, on a Monday.
And the day after that, we were back to Ordinary Time.
Which all seemed just a tad fast for my taste.
My decorations are down, but it's been deliciously cold, gloomy and rainy in southern Cal, and my apartment has seemed cozier than ever. So before bidding a final adieu to the 2016 Christmas season, I wanted to post these last photos and tell a last story.
After the 5 o'clock Mass on the Feast of the Epiphany, I came home and performed a little ritual.
My (tiny) bathroom has formed itself as a shrine of sorts. I have two sconces high up on either wall, each holding six beautiful beeswax candles, none of which had ever been lit.
So I thought, Well if Epiphany isn't the time to light the candles, no time is. So I got out my little stool, and the Announcement of Easter and the Moveable Feasts, which is likewise very beautiful, and one by one I lit all the candles, which actually took a while, and knelt, and said the prayer, which basically asks a blessing on the coming year, and all the further feasts and celebrations the year will bring.
Then I stood and basked in the light, and as the occasion was so momentous, thought to take a few pictures.
Then I realized the candles were making burn holes in the ceiling and basically melting the paint.
Somehow that exemplifies life, and my approach to it.
I had to blow all the candles out really fast.
But the radiance they threw will last me the whole year.