Advent is considered a time of waiting and watching in the Christian tradition. Both Jesus and Rumi warned against going back to sleep, but we live in a post modern world where fake news is the new truth and brazening it out is the new definition of courage. And going back to sleep is the newest guideline for staving off Alzheimers.
The Judeo Christian tradition speaks of waiting for the Messiah, but that has not gone particularly well since leader/saviors messiahs have often been dangerous, delusional or at least disappointing. So our post modern wisdom is, forget looking for messiahs, we are probably the messiahs we have been waiting for—as long as we don’t become bullheaded, single-minded or true believers in a doctrine of one kind of supremacy or another.
So we must watch out and be on alert to the limits of limited perspectives while we wait for hope to rise. Three things we must learn: new levels of comfort with chaos, new levels of confidence in the phenomenon of self-organization, new ability to glean for the gold in imperfect solutions. We are called upon to what might be called active waiting. We are probably the waiters we have been waiting for.
Growing up a bit,
we become more comfortable with discomfort (but not all that willingly);
we watch for signs showing us that self organization is all around us;
we stop believing in answers and start believing in the making good choices;
we stop measuring everything and start loving immeasurably;
we stop wishing and start anticipating;
we stop holding our breath and let hope’s embers kindle.
The wheel of time turns. Another solstice has come and Earth has tipped back toward spring as winter begins.
Scarce signs of light;
Long nights, fecund and fallow.
Mind the moment of turning:
Embers of anticipation catch fire.