One of the links she shared was a post called Annunciations All the Time, at dotMagis. The author shares the poem, "Annunciation," by Denise Levertov (one of my favorite poets). This poem deals with the idea that we are always being presented with things to say "yes" to the way Mary said yes to the angel. And this brought me back to something I've been ruminating about this Advent, which is the part of Mary's 'yes' that included giving birth away from home, in a stable (or cave, as I hear is more accurate).
It seems to me that if an angel came to me and told me I was going to give birth to the son of God, saying yes would be a no-brainer. But then if the time came to give birth and I found myself far from home and family, in a dirty stable, I'd be questioning if it really was God after all. I'd be thinking, "This can't be right, this can't be the way such a one should be born."
Last year, I blogged about the messiness of Christmas. This year, I am deeper in the messiness, not just of Christmas but of life. How is it that my most cherished notions of the way things should be can be so far from reality? It helps me to think of Mary in the stable, saying Yes.
Claire shared another poem by Denise Levertov, on her own blog today, and this one is about the importance of welcoming grief when it comes. I can't help but put this together with my Mary rumination. When we think of grief, we usually think of the big losses, of people we love dying, but there are so many little losses. So many. And some losses we experience as big even when they might not seem so to others. I think again of Mary in the stable, of reconciling with the loss of an imagined experience of giving birth surrounded by the comfort and familiarity of home and loved ones. For me, this would likely bring a sense of great loss, and I would grieve. For Mary, it was the introduction to a life of losses around her son. And for all of us with children, we know that the moment we give birth, we begin to lose them.
To allow grief is to say yes to the loss that has caused the grief, and then to open up a new and more abundant set of possibilities. This is what I continue to learn at deeper and deeper levels, or actually, in more and more circumstances, even the ones that have seemed impossible to accept.
The third link Claire has shared today is to a post called The Christmas We Are Waiting For, by Sister Joan Chittister, and it reflects upon the Advent theme of waiting. Chittister comments that Christ's birth was really about establishing a whole new order, which in many ways, disappointed those who were waiting for a Messiah. She asks, "For what have we been waiting...For the restoration of the old order or for the creation of the new?"
The creation of the new may be very different from what I had imagined and thought right, and I will grieve the loss of the old, but doing so may be the only way to really let go of it and welcome true freedom, peace, and joy.
May we all be awake to the blessings of the season, in whatever messy form they come.
