Advent is a liturgical time of preparation; a season to get myself ready to celebrate a birthday – the birth of Christ the Lord. It begins Sunday, November 29 . . . in the 2020 Pandemic
So, out came my Christmas Album by John Rutter and the Cambridge Singers. Few selections were familiar, but they are now. It’s like unpacking seasonal treasures, as I try to sing with choir. The album has been a handy guide and balm during the weeks before and after December 25th.
The arrangements, music and poetry are like lights, brightening my outlook, especially Angels’ Carol.
If I am to sparkle this season, I need a dependable source of power and purpose. I need a generator because of the rolling emotional blackouts that have come with all the storms of 2020.
Plugging into the world’s celebrations is fun, but fizzles out.
Willing myself to be accepting, upbeat and useful only lasts so long.
On any day I vacillate between Pollyanna and Siggy, the kid in What About Bob? who asks Bob, “Are you afraid of death? . . . I’m going to die. … My Dad is going to die. There is no way out of it. . . .”
About the Painting, Christ the Light of the World
P.P.S I’ve added this to Autumn’s Garden —Pandemic Paintings