[bright as sun and moon together]
So I am home.
I'm so happy. There are candles on our Christmas tree again this year, and I didn't miss the ceremonial Stringing Of The Popcorn And Cranberries. I get to sleep in my still-familiar bed. I get to hug people I love again.
Also, it is Advent, which is my favorite part of the Church year. I mean, I always have to think hard about that when Triduum rolls around, because Triduum is maybe the most beautiful part of the Church year; but no, in the end, Advent is my favorite. I like purple, I like poinsettias (and there are SO MANY POINSETTIAS), I like the wreath and the four candles, I like the feeling of waiting. Advent doesn't get old for me. And the music is so beautiful. Catholicism gets ripped on for being gloomy, but no, there's no truth there; to make up for forty days of a bare altar, we have thirty of wildly singing hope, of a growing murmur of voices in the distance and points of bright light against a cold-colored background. I don't believe in a War On Christmas because Advent exists.
Anyway.
I'm home! A few of you I've seen already and will see again; a few of you I haven't planned things with. If you want to hang, just holla; I have a few weeks I'll be gone, but I'm stuck here til at least the 26th, and so far most of my time is unfilled. Drop me a line any way you know how and tell me when you're free. <3
I'm so happy. There are candles on our Christmas tree again this year, and I didn't miss the ceremonial Stringing Of The Popcorn And Cranberries. I get to sleep in my still-familiar bed. I get to hug people I love again.
Also, it is Advent, which is my favorite part of the Church year. I mean, I always have to think hard about that when Triduum rolls around, because Triduum is maybe the most beautiful part of the Church year; but no, in the end, Advent is my favorite. I like purple, I like poinsettias (and there are SO MANY POINSETTIAS), I like the wreath and the four candles, I like the feeling of waiting. Advent doesn't get old for me. And the music is so beautiful. Catholicism gets ripped on for being gloomy, but no, there's no truth there; to make up for forty days of a bare altar, we have thirty of wildly singing hope, of a growing murmur of voices in the distance and points of bright light against a cold-colored background. I don't believe in a War On Christmas because Advent exists.
Anyway.
I'm home! A few of you I've seen already and will see again; a few of you I haven't planned things with. If you want to hang, just holla; I have a few weeks I'll be gone, but I'm stuck here til at least the 26th, and so far most of my time is unfilled. Drop me a line any way you know how and tell me when you're free. <3