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Sacred Presence Recap
The silence felt loud with the presence of our Divine Maker as we soaked in Sacred Presence…
When Kimee and I began dreaming up retreats, a silent retreat was one that was added to the list. A day with a focus on silence and solitude, where those in attendance would gather together in the same space, but each having their own individual experiences with God in a time of extended silence. This silent space would be filled with an invitation— to explore with God where God is leading, to simmer in the silence of what is rising into awareness, to rest and retreat away from the noise of the world that seems to keep us in a continual state of ingesting podcasts and music, advertising and agendas.
A visit to Penuel Ridge by Kimee left her enchanted with the space and had us committing to a date in early June to invite women into this space of silence. A labyrinth, hiking paths, a small lake, a house filled with books and beds and an intentional lack of clocks was the space that held our souls craving this day of silence.
Discovering Lent
“I’m giving up chocolate for Lent.”
I think that might be one of the most cliche things we think of (and have probably heard… or have even said ourselves) when it comes to the season of lent.
The sacrifice of delight in chocolate is this idea of giving up something you love for 40-days, and then on Easter Sunday, when chocolate is plentiful in the shapes of bunnies and eggs, we get to enjoy those first bites of this delicious treat we gave up. It tastes sweeter, we savour it a little more, and in the post-Easter days, we most likely return to our previous chocolate eating habits.
I like to think of this idea described above as the ‘starter version’ of lent.
Illuminating Advent
I remember my mom’s homemade yule log…
I can recall the greyish-white bark as the log sat on our dining room table, four taper candles sitting across the length of the top, tinsel garland swirled between them, and a plastic ‘Merry Christmas’ plaque that I’m sure was re-purposed from a cake that was indulged in years ago that has been saved and reused many, many times.
Each Sunday leading up to Christmas, one more candle would be lit until the final Sunday before Christmas day where all four would be lighting the yule log in all its glory, the candles burning bright in a staircase pattern as the freshest candle was lit for the first time and the first-lit candle was burning close to the bottom.