December 15th, 2007

God met duif

Friday, Second Week of Advent, Stories

Stories were the subject of yesterdays’ prayer and since it is now after 12 o'clock, it was the subject of the day before yesterday. I started with an entry yesterday eveing, but stopped right in the middle of it, because I was too tired. Again I am tired, but I do not want to miss out on it.

As I said, stories were the subject of yesterday. When my daughter goes to bed I read a story for her, and before lunch we read a story too; fairytales, myths or stories that belong to the season.

Now I make a big leap, towards us as humans. You could say that we humans are living stories. The lives we live are stories, all different tales. Elie Wiesel says that the reason God created is that God loves stories.

The prayer of today is the question for my tarot card: “God, author of life, show me today how my story fits into your Story.

I have pulled Nine of Stones (Nine of Pentacles) from the Arthurian Tarot. A circle of animals stand protective round a grey stone in a wood. The card symbolizes safety for me and protection, not only from this realm, but also by the divine. "Presence" is a word that belongs to this card also. I love this card, there is probably not a card I love more. 


When Moses stood near the burning bush, God called himself by his/her name, I do not repeat the name here, but the name means “I will be there”. This is a promise, the promise of Gods presence, in good and bad situations. My longing for protection and safety, which is quite shaken sometimes, fits in the promise of God that he/she will be there for me. This is the way my story fits in Gods' Story.      
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The Twelve Days of Christmas

Next to my computer sits a jester, a clown-like figure, a soft doll with wire inside its body, so it can sit. I am immersed in the Twelve Days of Christmas. It is a workshop in which I introduce the spreads belonging to each of the Twelve Days (between December 26 until January 6). The jester is an attribute I use in this workshop, because one of the twelve days is called “Day of the Fools.” I found it in a shop called “Blokker”. I held it in my hands, heard its bells ringing, the softness of its clothes and it felt like mine. I could not resist buying it. Thursday evening and Friday afternoon it did it’s job as the symbol of the Day of the Fools, and she will do it again on Thursday and Friday. 


I also bought a trolley for groceries to carry the stuff I need for this workshop. I have traveled to Amsterdam with it yesterday and now I know why I never see these trolleys in trains. They have the wrong size. You cannot put it away between the couches on the floor, only in the racks above the chairs. It is a very wobbly affair to put it there. There are no handles for carrying on it, so you don’t have much grip and a wheel sticks out once it is on the rack. Besides that, I found myself looking for little baby Jesus at the end of a staircase, because the bag does not close very well.

On Thursday the workshop about the Twelve Days was intimite and profound. On Friday we had a remarkable card. One lady had discovered in an earlier course we had together this season, that she missed a card from her deck, possibly for thirty years already. She noticed at one time a card that someone had pulled she had never seen, and did not know it existed and belonged to the deck. It was the Ace of Swords. She could not find it going through her cards. Then she used one the two white cards to draw and color it herself. This Ace of Swords was the card she pulled for what Christmas “did,” or meant to her. “I have lost Christmas,” she said, “just as I have lost this card.” Since she has made a new card for herself I wonder how Christmas will be for her this year.  
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