"Psh. Everybody knows theres no such thing as God," Trev says.
Can you feel my blood pressure raise just a bit?
"Well, let's talk about this, Son."
note: He was mostly just going off, not really meaning to make a politically/spiritually charged statement.
"I believe God to be..." and on I go, mostly with him tuning me out, and ignoring me. I begin to feel a bit more stressed and possibly disrespected and offended, and go into my "it's like The Force, it penetrates us, surrounds us, it's the energy that binds everything together..." in the words of Obi One. (did I spell his name right?)
"God is everthing," I say. It's this, that, and the other.
"Oh, now I get it," (while he continues to play and I"m not sure if he's even paying attention and listening to me, and I suspect in my "I Know Best" way that he is actually making fun of me, "God is jeans. God is this table. God is that bowl!"
Well, sort of, but why cant he mention things like "God is love, God is beauty, God is being kind to others, God is brotherhood," any of those?
Well, he didn't, so I Did.
I figure God is my department in this house, although such things are always accompanied with our same-old/same-old, which is (altogether, now) 'It's One Of Those Things That Everyone Has To Decide For Himself'.
So today (laughs at self) we have this what I can only imagine to be a beautiful ceremony in the park with friends, to welcome the changing season, called (a Waldorf-style) Advent Spiral Festival.
Here is the premise:
"As winter approaches, there is a sleepiness of the world. Through the stories, poems, songs and nature observation, we can experience a feeling of being blanketed for a winter’s nap. The fallen leaves, the animals in hibernation, the shorter daylight hours which bring us inside much earlier than at other times of the year all contribute to this experience. Advent balances the darkness and sleepiness with expectation and anticipation. It is a time of moving through the darkness toward the yearly rebirth of the light, when the days begin to grow longer. "
We begin by placing greenery in a spiral on the floor. At the center of the spiral is a lit candle. Along the spiral are golden stars. Each child and adult enters the spiral carrying his/her apple candle. They walk to the center, light their candle and place it along the spiral path on a golden star. The festival begins in darkness and ends brightly lit by the many candles. The garden of evergreens is a symbol of life everlasting. Arranged in a spiral, the path represents the path to birth and the process of incarnating. The apple is a picture of the body, the house that we live in. The red symbolizes our blood and our forces of will. The flame of the candle is the flame of our individual human spirit. The Advent Garden is an imaginative experience of our individual spirit light incarnating into life on Earth, and how it is able to dispel the darkness around us. In community, our spirits shining together shed a mighty light. Advent can move us toward a deeper understanding of our place in the universe, of all that supports us and all that we aspire to, as well as all that needs our protection and support.
How lovely is that?
So this morning I'm thinkin' I'd better prep the babes (read: make certain that they well understand my expectations - rolls eyes at self Yet Again) so they understand what the spiral is about. I read the short story to Trev, and started to tell him the rest - he's not listening, I'm getting a bit cranky, "Hold, on, Mom. Wait, wait, wait. Aren't spirals what you get into your eyes when you're turning into a Zombie?"
Damn! Fine. I'll try.
Really, I will.
I'll really, really, try....