There’s a certain posting apathy in the blog community right now. Lots of my neighbors are whining about it and I feel it, too. Is there a finite lifespan to a blog? Maybe. Seasonal affective disorder? I didn’t used to believe in that but now I do. Getting some sun in the winter used to be a luxury; now it’s essential to my well-being. At some point do we start to feel trite writing about Chex mix as the the world goes to hell in a hand basket? I know I do. Sigh.
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Here’s the thing about religion: If people would just lighten up about it, it can be a real comfort in one’s life. It matters not what you are, if anything at all. Spiritus Mundi. Just get with the symbolism. Take Advent. It’s like Winter Lent. It’s dark, you consider how it got to be so dark, change your ways and then you see the light.
I love Advent. Are you ready? Getting ready? (If I still used that blog posting music program, this is where Leonard Bernstein’s Something’s Coming would click in. "Who knows, could it be? Yes, it could. Something’s coming. Something good. Around the corner…") Four Sundays before Christmas, Christians start preparing for the Second Coming while commemorating the first coming of that little munchkin in a manger, Baby Jesus. … Our salvation. Surrounded by pigs and bunnies.
So loosen up here. Stretch out on the floor like a cat. Back arched, limbs as far as they will go. S-t-r-e-t-c-h…Okay. Sit up tall, legs crossed. TALL! That string is pulling your head up, your spine up, the space between your vertebrae is lengthening, opening. Alright. Breathe in deeply, breathe out. RELAX. Drop your shoulders. Drop ’em! Pull your head back so it’s sitting on your spine, not stuck out there in space somewhere. Clear your brain. A few more cleansing breaths. Are you with me?
Now. Thinking loosely here, symbolically, metaphorically- couldn’t you do with a Second Coming right about now? A light at the end of the tunnel? Someone to help pull you and me and us out of the mire? (What is myrrh anyway, besides a good scrabble word? See how relaxed, stream-of-conscious I am?).
Candles. Purple candles. They’re cool, yes? Symbolizing the wait, the hope, the expectation? So, we count down to a special time. The Sunday before Christmas we switch to more joyous rose colored candles. The Lenten rose! Ere how a rose is blooming!
Then what? Well, depending on your perspective, it can be a time of great joy. You get The Gift to beat all gifts. Or you get something from Walmart or Macy’s. Maybe a big credit card bill (remember yesterday’s discussion about credit cards). Whatever you get, if you let yourself hope, if you let yourself consider the possibilities, then you at least get that. And perhaps the energy of that hoping and expecting moves out from you into the world at large and spreads to someone else. Maybe, in considering the possibilities, you look inside yourself and find a place to scrape and kindle a small spark. These are good things, yes? It doesn’t have to be the Second Coming. It can be just a second coming. A re-cognition. A small realization.
When you’re simple, religion is easy. Easier than, say, interpreting Yeats. This post could be called "Religion been good to me" but everybody is sort of slouching right now. The beginning of winter slump. The tired of Washington blues. The Global Warming whinies. I know I’m slouching here. But I think I should stretch out, sit up straight and consider the possibilities. Can’t hurt.