Naming the World: My Advent Practice

Over on Facebook on my author page—Ellen Morris Prewitt: My Very Southern Voice— since the beginning of Advent, I’ve been putting into practice the concept I mused upon in this blog post about A Different Kind of Christmas.

Feel free to mosey on over to the page and enjoy the posts.

Here’s a free sample. Well, they’re all free. 🙂

MY ADVENT PRACTICE

This will be my Advent practice: naming that which has been in the world since time began.
I’ll start with water.
I’m thinking rain water and Memphis’s aquifer water but mainly the water of tears.
This afternoon, each time we told our friend in the nursing home how much he was loved and how many people were asking about him and how concerned everyone was about him, tears welled in his eyes. The trach kept him from speaking, but his connection with us was in his tears.
We might be from dust and to dust we might return but in the interim we have water.

The Intracoastal Waterway at Ocean Isle Beach where we've vacationed since I was in the 11th grade
The Intracoastal Waterway at Ocean Isle Beach where we’ve vacationed since I was in the 11th grade

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This will be my Advent practice: naming that which has been in the world since time began.
I’ll continue today with laughter.
The belly-shaking
yelping
guffawing
uncontrollable
sauce of the universe.
Laughter:
don’t leave home without it.

The face other people make when I laugh
The face other people make when I laugh

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This will be my Advent practice: naming that which has been in the world since time began.
I’ll continue today with cold.
You can be cold in the winter
or cold when you stay in the swimming pool too long.
You toes can be cold when you stamp the ground.
Your hand can be cold when getting ice cream from the fridge.
Cold ices the nostrils, burns the lungs, and
exhilarates a body that’s had too much close warm air.
C.O.L.D.
The way winter’s
supposed to be.

Me and my little dog Providence in the Memphis snow several years ago before she left this world
Me and my little dog Providence in the Memphis snow several years ago before she left this world

 

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This will be my Advent practice: naming that which has been in the world since time began.
I’ll continue today with illusion.
We believe in what we cannot see–
the wind, love, the Internet–
because we see its effect.
Perhaps these invisibles are illusions
and the only thing that matters
are the effects.

Dangling paper snowflake from the Door of Hope Writing Group Christmas party
Dangling paper snowflake from the Door of Hope Writing Group Christmas party

 

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you!

Advent Calendar, Advent Practice, getting ready for Christmas

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