So much of my advent season was filled with silence. Not a deafening, defeating silence, but a hopeful, expectant silence that allowed me to deeply connect with each task at hand.
This year, I spent time making gifts of poetry and photos, in various packaging. I heard tears flowing freely, uncontainable laughter, words of encouragement, joyful song and restful space.
I spent time photographing
feathers and lace around our pretty tree.
I wrote a poem
and made an art box for my daughter. I heard questions, MORE uncontainable laughter, secrets, hopes, dreams, girl-drama and a lot of Taylor Swift music.
I did not hear too much meow-ing.
Cache, unused to supervising my home projects
at such great length, was pooped.
Lucie was hiding.
I made creme de menthe brownie cupcakes, an adaptation of a recipe Nanny used to bake for me. I thought about all of the wonderful Christmas Eves we celebrated in Nan and Pop's tiny kitchen apartment, 12 of us smushed elbow-to-elbow around the long table. I can still smell the smelts, the baccala, the stuffed calamari, the shrimp, the aiglio e oglio... Nan, thanks for all you did for us without sitting down once to take a rest. I really miss you and think of you everytime I cook for someone and it warms their heart.
Tori made my gift this year, too.
Love that girl,
a true wonder of God's creation
in the center of my heart!
The richness and depth of the sounds of silence...