With a lot of my mind this fall, I've noticed it has taken a little longer than usual for the spirit of the season to settle in. But, with a wondrous 3 year old at my side, the magic can't help but capture us all. I'm reminded of the true essence of this season and the beauty of the coming of winter- mornings glistening with the work of Jack Frost; our winter and Christmas books back in rotation and early morning reading by the fire; the start of the season's gatherings and hearty feasts around the table; watching winter settle on our land (I daresay it's even more beautiful by winter light). Yuletide magic has settled like fairy dust over this house. Coco is captivated by all of it and she is full of wonder and questions. I explain just enough, but not too much, with the hope that she may imagine up her own magic of the Christmas season; magic that will live well beyond her childhood years.
After my most recent week of Waldorf teacher training earlier last month, I've become enchanted by the notion of gnomes mining in crystal lined caves and caverns deep in the underground. Perhaps it's because I poured over this book as a child, but whatever the reason I am smitten by those little gnomes and how they make this first week of Advent rich in mystic and magic. Last year, we truly made Advent our own and I feel blessed that we are able to again bring such reverence for the season into our home. This week of stones, shells, bones and crystals is perhaps my favourite week of Advent festivities. The love of minerals seems to run in our family and this year geodes have a place in our Advent bowl. I can't get over their beauty; true treasures of the natural world! Also new to our collection is a beautiful crystal given as an Advent gift to Coco by her grandmother. It's amber hue seems to glow warmth in the wooden bowl.
We often find ourselves in a period of waiting, don't we? We wait for things to happen in our lives, we wait for certain milestones and landmarks in our everyday. But, we don't often celebrate the journey of waiting, and for this I am grateful for Advent. With Advent, we settle into a quiet rhythm of wait and patience, and we celebrate this with each day that passes and with each candle lit.
With clang and clash in caverns cold,
We gather glittering gleaming gold.
With ding and dong in the dark and deep,
We search where silver secrets keep.
With a hey and a ho in a hundred homes,
We mine the earth's magic stones.