Rain. Advent. Reflect.

I am afraid I have missed so much by failing to reflect.

So much has happened, and so much I have forgotten.

I regret it fairly intensely, but am aware that regret is regressive.

Therefore, I resolve to reflect for the present, and for the future.

Presently it is raining. There is a mixture of tempos, which come together to make a sort of woven rainy sound. Some drops falling fat and fast, some falling like mist, even and gradual. Altogether it is a sound I love. A sound that brings me home.

Tomorrow is the first Sunday of Advent. I have great hope for a bustling and meaningful season. I am just starting to understand the benefit of expectation. Of how expectations shape our persons. So this year I am going to focus on expecting Jesus. To wait for him.

A Perfect Moment

Its a quintessentially perfect fall day. Chilly gentle breeze mixes with warm sun like the old fashioned sink at Aunty Barb's cottage... one hot tap and one cold tap... perfect tension.

If I close my eyes the seagulls transform the steady sounds of traffic into steady waves, rolling and rolling up the steps at Robson Square. The wind softly wafts up from the water on my face. Sounds are amplified ... pieces of conversations, laughter, footsteps and shopping carts. Muffled shouts from Occupy Vancouver make their way over the art gallery in front of me.

I really could stay here for some time. But I have to pee.