this evening we attended an advent spiral hosted by the anthroposophical society of nyc. when the girls were small we used to attend a children's group there led by cynthia lang. she also leads the advent spiral. it was wonderful to see her again, and, of course, we always exclaim at how the children have grown. her daughter is now in DC, and her son will be leaving soon for rome. it's the way it is, she said. i thought the same as i watched the girls walk the spiral. the candles glowed against crystals, sea shells and pine boughs, and cynthia played the harp as all of us walked quiet through the light.
by day the blue will pale down into white where it touches the white of the land, after sunset it has a new circumference-orange, melting upwards into tenderest purple. but the core of blue persists, and so it is by night. then the stars hang like lamps from the immense vault. the distance between the vault and them is as nothing to the distance behind them, and that farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed itself from blue. -e.m. forster (a passage to india)
Sunday, December 5, 2010
second sunday of advent
this evening we attended an advent spiral hosted by the anthroposophical society of nyc. when the girls were small we used to attend a children's group there led by cynthia lang. she also leads the advent spiral. it was wonderful to see her again, and, of course, we always exclaim at how the children have grown. her daughter is now in DC, and her son will be leaving soon for rome. it's the way it is, she said. i thought the same as i watched the girls walk the spiral. the candles glowed against crystals, sea shells and pine boughs, and cynthia played the harp as all of us walked quiet through the light.
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I hadn't seen your post until now! We must have been thinking and planning the same things. We also got comments on how the children have grown. (We used to go to playgroup at our local Waldorf School).
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