| The quiet, stillness that happens at this time of year... that's where the magic happens. Riding the barrage of hype and rush and gaining a foothold on my inner-life is a struggle. I became Catholic a couple years ago and the Catholic purists see Advent as a time of quiet reflection, waiting for you-know-who. I have totally embraced that. The decorations don't go up until Christmas Eve. The fun parts happen ON Christmas day and the following eleven days.
Purple is "in" this winter according to the fashion police. Purple and lavender have always been (not sure since when) the color for Advent. The priests wear purple or lavender vestments and the Blessed Sacrament is curtained in lavender. Why lavender? It is a color of penitence. Oo, fun. No Christmas music, no decorations. No pressure, except to slow down and look around and see if anyone needs help.
Anyway, I can't write now. I picked late morning to sit and reflect and everyone around me wants to get moving out in the winter wonderland. I will take pictures of our local blizzard.
Check out http://www.buynothingchristmas.org/ if you haven't already. I bought stuff this year and made nothing. And thanks to the snow, I didn't support my local businesses. Next year.
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| My brief stint w/ a rock band who shall remain nameless
Voodoo Witch -
I jumped into your circle
You put a spell on me
Maybe I made you up
‘Cause u don’t exist to me
You caught a whiff
You caught my scent
Sweet specter of innocence
The likes which have never been
Nor will they ever be again
Refrain 1:
He’ll whisper in your ear every night as you sleep
When you forget to pray your soul to keep
He steps into your dreams and becomes your friend
And when you do his will there will be no end.
Watch out for the voodoo witch doctor
He lurks behind every shadow
So sorry, fool,
It does not matter
Your soul
Is all he’s after
Refrain
Watch out for that voodoo witch
No excuse for being misled
All of your life you’ve known about wolves
And you’re too big to play litl’ red
Watch out for that voodoo witch
Who hangs out at the bus station
El Diablo has a thing for you
Don’t look into his eyes
Don’t tell him your name
Just walk the other way
Don’t get stuck in his game.
Lyrics and voice by me -- Melody by me (influenced by the band's rhythms)
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