A rare series of snowstorms have rendered the Seattle area into a beautiful winter scene.
I am in the waiting time. And as it is the season of Advent, I am also waiting for the birth of Christ, God with us. As I anticipate serving in Indonesia (in 2 months!), and meeting the beautiful community there, I also hold dear my community in Seattle. This photo is from my home, my community of Church of the Apostles. During every worship, we have a time called “open space” when we are free to move about, pray, sit—whatever. There are always places for us to reflect.
Blessed 3rd week of Advent.
As the days draw nearer to the Winter Solstice, the trees have become increasingly bare. Their leaves fall from branches, showering the earth with a cascade of color. Wet and clumped together, the leaves cover sidewalks and dot the still green grass. This being the Pacific Northwest, there is still plenty of green and growth that will last even through winter. Here, the Autumn is a mystical time of changing colors, foggy mornings, and rain. When clouds part, the distant mountain ranges reveal freshly snow-covered jagged peaks, a grand contrast against a deep blue sky.
And I am in the process of saying goodbye to it all, wondering how the change of country, culture, and climate will change my faith.
I am reminded of something I wrote 10 years ago, when I was studying abroad in Tuebingen, Germany. I wrote this after taking a meditative walk, holding a leaf:
My leaf was wet with dew. I noticed the leaves as they fell, how some fell straight down to the ground, others fell on top of branches and bushes, and yet still more floated gracefully and gently to the earth. Each leaf has a different shape, size and color. The leaves that became dry were easily crunched. Every leaf that fell to the ground covered the ground and would someday become a part of the earth. This is a cycle, this is a season. The leaves that were on the trees have served their purpose and it is time to move on. In the spring, new leaves will take their places and it will happen again. My life has changed seasons…
I may not know completely, how the season of my life will change, but I trust God for the guidance, and wait with joy and expectation for what is to come in my new home and community in Indonesia.
Below are photos from walking in Seattle this year:
Click the link to expand the post and see a few more photos I have taken this autumn in Seattle.
I am currently in a seminar about teaching English to speakers of other languages. The third and final intense weekend is fast approaching, and tomorrow I, along with the 17 others in the course, will teach a 20 minute lesson of our choosing.
My lesson is “going to the market”, teaching about quantifiers and count/noncount nouns. Blessed to be in Seattle with a wonderful market such as Pike Place, I took a walk with my camera, as I like to do from time to time. Below is a photos of some vegetables. Notice shallots, potatoes, peppers; but it’s garlic and ginger. We don’t say two garlics, rather two cloves of garlic or, for an insanely garlic recipe, two cups of garlic. Garlic is a noncount noun.
I love Pike Place…Fresh vegetables, fruit, fish, flowers; always multiple languages being spoken; sometimes a clear view of the Olympic mountains across the Puget Sound. I will definitely miss this market and all of Seattle’s farmers’ markets. And what a great bonus that they also provide some educational opportunities.