advent {day 17}

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inhaling the rich and lovely scent
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I am joining Debi over at emmatree and Graciel over at evenstar art
with a daily Advent Calendar post. Join us?
JEWELRY

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inhaling the rich and lovely scent
of old traditions
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we live in the shadows
of things we cannot comprehend
and hold the light in our hearts
to find the strength
to carry on
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Today, I have no words.
Holding silence in my heart
and looking for the light
in all this darkness.

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The Ukrainian Legend of the Christmas Spider (a folktale):
There once was a widow, who lived in a small hut. One day a pinecone dropped on the floor and it took root. Her children were excited that they would have a tree for Christmas. All summer long they made plans on how they would decorate the tree. They were very poor, so poor that they did not have anything to decorate the tree with.
The widow went to bed on Christmas Eve knowing that the tree would not be decorated. Early on Christmas morning, the woman was awakened by her children. “Mother, mother wake up and see the tree it is beautiful!” The mother arose and saw that during the night a spider had spun a web around the tree. The youngest child opened the window to the first light of Christmas Day. As the shafts of the sun crept along the floor, it touched one of the threads of the spider web and instantly the web was changed into gold and silver.
And from that day forward the widow never wanted for anything.
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And a friend just reminded me that I had this in my garden this year:

Another gift.
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Morning sun
silly smiles
jingle bells
and greens.
These are a few my favorite things.
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Somehow, a chickadee
will always make me smile.
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Bowls filled with baubles
boxes tied with bows
magic wrapped in beauty
the best December clothes.
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The best
most beautiful angels
come from
the heart
of a child.
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to the world.
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Time for tea and cookies
and a serving of
good cheer.
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