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hermionesviolinAdvent meditation: John 1:9-14, 16-18 (RSV)
Karl did the meditation. He focused on "the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, full of grace and truth. From his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace," saying, "the older I get the less important the need to explain becomes. What matters is being able to trust God's astonishing grace and to find joy and wonder in the sheer miracle of it all."
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joy sadhana for Advent (22)
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mylittleredgirl [more info]
And you, child, will be called the prophet of the Most High; for you will go before our God to prepare the ways, to give knowledge of salvation to God's people by the forgiveness of sins. By the tender mercy of our God, the dawn from on high will break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace."
-Luke 1:76-79
Five good things about today:
1. I got like 9 hours of sleep.
2. I found out a woman at CHPC is a Smith alum (Baldwin House, English major, class of '81).
3. After church, I talked to Ari until my phone died (approx. 2hrs -- times like this I wish for a landline).
3a. We dorked out about fic fests and personal fic stats and tagging. [It occurred to me about a half an hour after my phone died that hey, if I were trying to find out when mosca had first visited me and was not having success searching via tag, I could search my e-mail since obv. we had communicated that way prior to actual visitation. *facepalm* I do continue to think having a catch-all tag for hanging out with people would be helpful.]
3b. We were talking about our parents and other people's parents, and I was yet again reminded how grateful I should be for my parents. So, dear mom and dad: Thank you. Thank you for modeling a healthy committed relationship and for encouraging us your children to live our own lives as we see fit -- making it clear that you were (are) always available to listen and/or try to advise, but trusting us to make our own mistakes and allowing us to choose how much of our lives we share with you. I am so grateful that you do not have serious mental illness and that while you didn't hide your pain from us (in the sense of cultivating an unrealistic expectation that anyone could be 100% happy and generous and patient and etc. All The Time) you tried not to take it out on us when you were feeling in a bad way because of stuff unrelated to us.
4. I continue to really enjoy Sean (CWM).
5. There was lots of tasty food at CHPC Coffee Hour (blueberry bread and chocolate chip cookies and baby carrots and corn chips), and CWM dinner was yummy pizza (and super-tasty store-bought fancy chocolate cookies).
Three things I did well today:
1. I woke up (and got up) before my alarm went off.
2. I did laundry. And took out the trash and recycling. (The curbside snowbank extends some feet into the sidewalk, so there's no easy way to put out one's rubbish, but our recycling bin is full and we're on to our second bag of paper recyclables and we have a full trashbag -- and didn't think to bring the barrels on to the porch during the snowstorm, not that that would -- so I'm just putting it out. And yes I know it's raining tonight, but I don't want to have to worry about waking up early tomorrow to put out the paper recycling.)
3. I figured out my travel (and thus dinner) plans for tomorrow evening.
Two things I am looking forward to (doing [better]) tomorrow:
1. Running some errands.
2. Going to (two!) Christmas Eve service(s).
BONUS: I get to be a lay reader at the CHPC service.
And one non-glee:
My apartment has been at 68F fairly consistently ever since, oh, Halloween. While this feels fine (and sometimes even on the cool side) in the big open common spaces, in my bedroom (and we all spend most of our at-home time in our respective bedrooms, with our doors shut) it feels over-warm to me. I've been willing to believe that OriginalRoomie really does feel cold in her bedroom when it's like 65 -- because she's under a lot of stress so her metabolism's fucked up or whatever [since we kept the heat at like 64-66 last winter] -- and she's moving out this spring and I haven't yet seen a utility bill (due to a goof on her part, I overpaid over the summer), so (in part because I'm confrontation-avoidant) I've just been letting it go, often opening one of the windows in my bedroom. However, I came home from church at about 8:30 tonight and her bedroom door was open and I saw her lounging in her room in a t-shirt and pants. Hi, it is late December. You can put a sweatshirt on. I didn't say anything (see aforementioned) but, gar; I am so much less inclined now to be patient and whatever. (For the record, I checked the thermostat in the living room about a half hour later and it said 68F.)
Karl did the meditation. He focused on "the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, full of grace and truth. From his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace," saying, "the older I get the less important the need to explain becomes. What matters is being able to trust God's astonishing grace and to find joy and wonder in the sheer miracle of it all."
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joy sadhana for Advent (22)
"Joy Sadhana is a daily practice in the observation of joy." -
mylittleredgirl [more info]And you, child, will be called the prophet of the Most High; for you will go before our God to prepare the ways, to give knowledge of salvation to God's people by the forgiveness of sins. By the tender mercy of our God, the dawn from on high will break upon us, to give light to those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace."
-Luke 1:76-79
Five good things about today:
1. I got like 9 hours of sleep.
2. I found out a woman at CHPC is a Smith alum (Baldwin House, English major, class of '81).
3. After church, I talked to Ari until my phone died (approx. 2hrs -- times like this I wish for a landline).
3a. We dorked out about fic fests and personal fic stats and tagging. [It occurred to me about a half an hour after my phone died that hey, if I were trying to find out when mosca had first visited me and was not having success searching via tag, I could search my e-mail since obv. we had communicated that way prior to actual visitation. *facepalm* I do continue to think having a catch-all tag for hanging out with people would be helpful.]
3b. We were talking about our parents and other people's parents, and I was yet again reminded how grateful I should be for my parents. So, dear mom and dad: Thank you. Thank you for modeling a healthy committed relationship and for encouraging us your children to live our own lives as we see fit -- making it clear that you were (are) always available to listen and/or try to advise, but trusting us to make our own mistakes and allowing us to choose how much of our lives we share with you. I am so grateful that you do not have serious mental illness and that while you didn't hide your pain from us (in the sense of cultivating an unrealistic expectation that anyone could be 100% happy and generous and patient and etc. All The Time) you tried not to take it out on us when you were feeling in a bad way because of stuff unrelated to us.
4. I continue to really enjoy Sean (CWM).
5. There was lots of tasty food at CHPC Coffee Hour (blueberry bread and chocolate chip cookies and baby carrots and corn chips), and CWM dinner was yummy pizza (and super-tasty store-bought fancy chocolate cookies).
Three things I did well today:
1. I woke up (and got up) before my alarm went off.
2. I did laundry. And took out the trash and recycling. (The curbside snowbank extends some feet into the sidewalk, so there's no easy way to put out one's rubbish, but our recycling bin is full and we're on to our second bag of paper recyclables and we have a full trashbag -- and didn't think to bring the barrels on to the porch during the snowstorm, not that that would -- so I'm just putting it out. And yes I know it's raining tonight, but I don't want to have to worry about waking up early tomorrow to put out the paper recycling.)
3. I figured out my travel (and thus dinner) plans for tomorrow evening.
Two things I am looking forward to (doing [better]) tomorrow:
1. Running some errands.
2. Going to (two!) Christmas Eve service(s).
BONUS: I get to be a lay reader at the CHPC service.
And one non-glee:
My apartment has been at 68F fairly consistently ever since, oh, Halloween. While this feels fine (and sometimes even on the cool side) in the big open common spaces, in my bedroom (and we all spend most of our at-home time in our respective bedrooms, with our doors shut) it feels over-warm to me. I've been willing to believe that OriginalRoomie really does feel cold in her bedroom when it's like 65 -- because she's under a lot of stress so her metabolism's fucked up or whatever [since we kept the heat at like 64-66 last winter] -- and she's moving out this spring and I haven't yet seen a utility bill (due to a goof on her part, I overpaid over the summer), so (in part because I'm confrontation-avoidant) I've just been letting it go, often opening one of the windows in my bedroom. However, I came home from church at about 8:30 tonight and her bedroom door was open and I saw her lounging in her room in a t-shirt and pants. Hi, it is late December. You can put a sweatshirt on. I didn't say anything (see aforementioned) but, gar; I am so much less inclined now to be patient and whatever. (For the record, I checked the thermostat in the living room about a half hour later and it said 68F.)
Random editing note
Date: 2007-12-24 09:26 pm (UTC)Re: Random editing note
Date: 2007-12-24 10:08 pm (UTC)