Reflections

Yet, of course, these memories never truly leave us. They linger, springing up at unseemly times, bursting out from corridors within our subconscious we thought had long been cleared away.

As I write this, it is the first Sunday of Advent -- a liturgical season in Christian tradition that means ‘to come’ or ‘coming.’ Advent takes place over the four weeks leading up to Christmastide. It is marked by anticipation, longing, and waiting, keeping watch and keeping step with the nighttime pace of this season, which delivers us into the arms of Christmas.

What, then, is the answer? We must accept our unwanted and unfortunate circumstance and yet cling to a radiant hope. -MLK

I tend to feel sonder often. A moment in which I observe the reality that strangers are living unique lives, have unique stories as I do. They have their own dreams and ambitions, their own pain and sorrows, their own routines and passions, and I, in that moment, become “an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.”

I was given permission to be free, to let go, to rest.

GOD of the generational story, fill hearts and minds with new tales, bridging gaps where wounds fester.