There's something fitting about drying leaves & harvesting seeds during Advent. Both are works of patience, preparation, and hope.
The beauty of the veil is the promise, teaching us to love what lies beneath.
The work of our heads, hearts, and hands can become lamps we hold aloft for Christ, lighting our way to the feast He will call--at any moment--for us to join.
Blessed are the timid hearts that evil hate that quail in its shadow, and yet shut the gate; that seek no parley, and in guarded room, though small and bate, upon a clumsy loom weave tissues gilded by the far-off day hoped and believed in under Shadow's sway. Blessed are the men of Noah's race… Continue reading Texts & Textiles: JRR Tolkien
In Mary's prophetic song, so many threads --of God's story for and with his people, of human work and craft, and of the justice Christ will bring--come together with radical simplicity and integrity. They form a whole cloth, soon to swaddle a baby boy.