advent calendar 2021
Kind of like summer, December has its own rules. And both sets of rules are determined by the sun.
In the summer, we bask in the long days and warm temperatures. We look for activities that take us outside with other people, celebrating the ripe richness of the year. But in the winter, we retreat inside—literally and figuratively. The dark and cold tell us to slow down, burrow in, hibernate. It is a time to prepare.
According to Caroline Myss, we have celebrated the winter’s darkness “since the beginning of forever.” And the ritual of Advent reminds us that the light will return. At Advent, we participate “in this ritual of one candle after another increasing the light as we move into the darkest day of the year—the winter solstice. Once all the candles are lit, a transformation happens” (Myss). The light comes back to the world in the form of slowly lengthening days and, of course, Christ.
I was confirmed in the Catholic church as an adult and took the name Lucy as my confirmation name. St. Lucia/St. Lucy is the “bringer of light” and celebrates her saint’s day on December 13, the traditional date of the solstice and also the night, in Scandinavian tradition, on which the terrible demon, Lussi, visits homes to make sure the work being done in preparation for Christmas is on track.
Light needs the dark to be seen and dark readies us for light.
I have been working with ideas of seasonality and cycles—releasing in my physical space, my physical body, and in my professional life for a while now. And, in the dark of this year, I feel a slow illumination of what I want to receive.
So, if you are interested, I’m going to do that thing I always do in the darkness: I’m going to write through it. And for Advent, I will open up a dark door every day and hope to find a little light.
December 12: they eat pancakes, don't they?
I believe most people who are overweight don’t much care for food at all—they just like to eat. Just like JLo loves weddings but not marriage and Republicans love babies but not people, fat people love eating but not food.
December 11: is this procrastination? Hold on, I’ll find out…
If I’d started grading around 6 am after a leisurely cup of coffee and a good morning talk with my husband, I would be just about done by now. But I didn’t.
December 10: dancing before walking
As a writer, I fully believe that the words that come to the mind of anyone who can write can only come to that mind. The unique net of one person’s experience captures from the ether combinations of words and images that can be caught by that net alone.
December 9: horseshoes & handgrenades
I have not been through so much emotional overwhelm since that day in 2009 when they cut open my belly and pulled out a human.
December 8: horrible, horrible freedom
What can I do to embody my writing to such a degree that it leaves the abstraction of ideas and becomes simply who I am?
December 7: the real 3G
G lends itself to a lot of good. G is genitive and belonging. G is genesis.
December 6: nothing to say
I am trying to create an inspirational routine—writing before the sun and after yoga or before yoga but after coffee or, as today, after the sun and instead of yoga.
December 5: in the fall of a sparrow
But a couple hours later, I heard him repeat the story to his sister with a little more specificity and a touch more than scientific wonder. So I think the sparrow meant something to him, he’s just not sure what.
December 4: I believe
I was where I was supposed to be, and the people who could help me were there, too.
December 3: these go to eleven
Nigel’s confusion isn’t in not recognizing the obvious; it’s in not understanding why others don’t.
December 2: Aurora Borealis McVickerus
While I appreciate the physical, emotional, and intellectual benefits of a good night’s rest, I would prefer them in a pill or perhaps a powder I could stir into my coffee.