So the fourth Sunday of Advent has arrived, and with this day also the holiday season for many.
This was not a year of happy Christmas decorating for me – but one of the few things around is a huge purple advent wreath. The candles are so large that it has managed to burn almost all of December and turning into beautiful light sculptures.
Contemplating this last year and looking at and into the individual candles has made me thing of the abyss of being –
- how we dońt know the outcome of anything
- how a lot of questions are never answered
- How pain often is a lifelong companion
But still the light reflects in new and unknown ways – making small paths in the dark.
So maybe that is the thought for this dark season – there will be a small light around – keep looking…