in the quiet alone


first advent candle lit

amaryllis and paperwhites grow

cozy sweater wrapped

rain playing on the skylight

raspberries and cream

cuppa tea

joseph haydn

simmering turkey soup

the first week of advent

the quiet alone came on tuesday after a 10 hour day that began with an unplanned journey over the river to pick her up, drive back over the river, down the highway, through the neighborhood where men and women sleep under over passes and windows are boarded up, graffiti covering buildings ~ the place where cold and wet to the bones is a reality ~ not a news story.

oh, how to reconcile two sides of a river?

always, we begin again. rule of st benedict

a make-shift advent wreath, the first candle lit. gentle music. deep breaths.


“prepare the way of the Lord, make his paths straight.” luke 3:4

reading scripture, and yes, we appropriately started out of sequence, we were on the path. our direction was clear. “prepared” cards were ready. listening, falling into our hearts, being present.


images speak where she has no words. she is lost in the cutting and creating, the glueing and placement. she knows. writing words that are meaningful, she struggles to find letters and form but on a deeper level she does not struggle to make sense of the movement of God’s presence.

she is present in the “hollow of my heart” Jan Richardson

she is in the sorrow, in her loss ~ and somehow, from somewhere, the simple words spill from her 84 year old lips, “a stroke is a blessing.”

she is more present, yet more distant

she is more childlike, yet more deep and complex

she wants more, yet less

ongoing change ~ preparation for transformation

if we can stay present and aware




4 thoughts on “in the quiet alone

  1. Anne, this is just so tender and beautiful and so well expressed. More present, yet distance, childlike yet deep, wants more but less – yes I so get this with my father’s stroke. I never thought of it like this yet you’ve put something so profound in to words for me. A strike is a blessing. Thanks so much for your raw honesty and honouring both your journeys here. xo

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