so the darkness shall be the light...

-Rediscovering T.S. Eliot. His Four Quartets are amazing, especially the third. I love how he captures waiting, with all of its struggle and beauty.

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope

For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith

But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.

The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,

The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy

Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony

Of death and birth.

-When we were leaving church, Ed was talking about plans, and that he thinks the Holy Spirit works best through plans because we already have one foot off of the ground. He said that we can then be blown this way or that, because we're not too firmly grounded in our own agenda. I said "or we can be blown down" (meaning that our plans can be changed altogether) and, at that moment, I tripped on the concrete and stumbled. We laughed and I looked for lightning.

-A new soft cardigan for the chilly weather.