Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers.
These darkness/light thoughts seem more pronounced this advent season. The Newtown tragedy? The Mayan prediction? The fiscal cliff?
I’m keeping a low profile… meditating, writing, reading, walking. Aware of the waning light of autumn and overwhelmed by the busyness around me?
Holding the idea of impermanence, of cycles, of presence, of unknowing, of light.