It is apt for the first week of Advent to be dedicated to Hope.
That cherished desire of anticipation and expectation.
Of a promise obtained or fulfilled.
If we surrendered
to earth’s intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.
Instead we entangle ourselves
in knots of our own making
and struggle, lonely and confused.
So like children, we begin again...
to fall,
patiently to trust our heaviness.
Even a bird has to do that
before [s]he can fly.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours
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