An Advent Calendar for my Friends – December 3


Bouguereau, William: Cupid and Psyche as Children. 1889
Oil on canvas, 47 x 27 7/8 inches (119.5 x 71 cm), Private collection.

The Angel of Gratitude

by Anselm Grün

Gratitude has become scarce today. People make immense demands. They have the impression they are missing out on something. Therefore they need more and more. They have become insatiable and because of that cannot enjoy anything any more. Pascal Bruckner, a French philosopher, describes the human being of today as a big baby making immense demands of society. This “baby” can never get enough. And always the others are to blame if it is not well. Because they don’t give it what it absolutely needs for living.

The Angel of Gratitude wants to introduce a new flavour to your life. He wants to teach you to see everything with new eyes, with eyes of gratitude. Then you take a grateful look at the new morning, that you get up feeling healthy, that you can watch the sunrise. You are grateful for every breath flowing through you. You are grateful for the good gifts of nature you can enjoy for your breakfast. You live more consciously. Gratitude opens up your heart and makes you glad. You are no longer fixated on things that could annoy you. You don’t begin each morning being vexed about the horrible weather. You are not frustrated at once if the milk boils over. There are people who make their lives miserable because they only see the bad things. And the more bad things they see, the more this outlook is asserted by their experience. They attract small mishaps by their negative outlook. To thank is derived from to think. The Angel of Gratitude wants to teach you to think correctly and consciously. If you start thinking, then you will thankfully realize what has been given to you in your life. You will be grateful for your parents who have given you life. You will not only be grateful for the positive roots you have in your parents, but for the wounds and hurts they have dealt you. Because with that, too, they have shaped you as the person you are. Without those wounds you maybe might have become sated and insensitive. You would overlook the person next to you and their suffering. The Angel of Gratitude wants to open your eyes for seeing that throughout your life an angel of God has been with you, that a guardian angel has kept you from many a harm, that your guardian angel has turned even hurt and pain into a precious treasure for you.

The Angel of Gratitude presents you with new eyes to consciously take in the beauty of Creation and to enjoy it gratefully, the beauty of meadows and woods, the beauty of mountains and valleys, the beauty of of the sea, of rivers and lakes. You will admire the grace of a gazelle and the charm of a deer. You will no longer wander unknowingly through Creation, but thinking and thanking. You will perceive that in Creation you are touched by a loving God Who wants to show you how lavishly He cares for you.

Who looks at her life with gratitude will accept what happens to her. She will stop rebelling against herself and her fate. She will realize that every day an angel enters our lives to keep us from harm and to offer his loving and healing presence. Try to live through the next week with the Angel of Gratitude. You will see how everything looks differently, how your life takes on a new flavour.

You can also ask your Angel of Gratitude to teach you to be grateful for people you live with. Often we pray only for people who are important to us, if we want to change them or if we wish that God helps them, heals them and comforts them. Sometimes our prayer for the others is rather a prayer against them. We want them to become the way we would like them to be. If we are grateful for another person, we accept them unconditionally. They don’t have to change. They are precious just the way they are. Often people notice if we are grateful for them. Because being grateful has an effect of positive acceptance, of feeling accepted unconditionally. An American clergyman tells of a couple who had prayed for years for the father of the wife to get away from alcohol. And they asked many prayer groups for intercessions. But everything was useless. Only when they found the courage to thank the father for being the way he is they made it possible for him to change. Because he did no longer feel the unvoiced demand to change, he could change. Because he felt accepted unconditionally, he did not need the alcohol any more. Therefore ask your Angel of Gratitude for the miracle of people feeling loved unconditionally because of your gratitude, so that they may become whole in this love.

© by Anselm Grün, 50 Engel für das Jahr, 1997;
translation by JunoMagic

Song for December 3:

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“Die tanzenden Seraphim”
(“The Dancing Seraphim”)
by Hans-Jürgen Hufeisen,
album “Das Engelkonzert” (“Concert of Angels”)


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An Advent Calendar for my Friends – December 2



TROGER, Paul: Christ Comforted by an Angel, c. 1730;
Oil on canvas; Museo Diocesano, Bressanone

The Angel of Self-Surrender

by Anselm Grün

To surrender yourself sounds very passive and resigned at first. Who is not able to actively shape their lives and cope, has to surrender to fate. They give up. But that is certainly not the attitude the Angel of Self-Surrender wants to lead us to. He intends something else. Self-surrender means getting into something first. Who “gets into” life accepts life and its motions. They aren’t keeping anything back. They don’t freeze up, but surrender themselves to the flow of life. That way something can flower in them and become alive.

Self-surrender is the opposite of clinging. Many people cling to their self-images, others cling to their habits or their possessions, their fame, their success. The Angel of Self-Surrender wants to introduce you to the art of letting go of yourself, of surrendering to life, and ultimately, to God. I can only surrender myself if I have faith that I will not be treated arbitrarily, but that there is an angel who means well. Who surrenders to their angel will be free of the unnecessary worries that many agonise about today. They will be free from obsessing about themselves and their health, about adequate appreciation of themselves and their success. The attitude of self-surrender encompasses not only faith, but it also holds great inner freedom. If I don’t have to do everything on my own, if I surrender myself to God, trusting that He will take care of me, then I will be free of being self-directed and self-centred.

The Angel of Self-Surrender also wants to introduce you to having the faith to surrender yourself to another person. Many friendships and marriages shatter today, because everyone is only concerned with themselves, because everyone is afraid of surrendering themselves to someone else. It is the fear of losing their freedom, that the other person could do with us what they would, that we would be at the mercy of their arbitrariness and malice. But without self-surrender no relationship can work. Because then everyone will only look fearfully to keeping their emotions in check, as well as their words and their actions, and in any case not to give themselves to the other person. But that way no trust can grow, that way the other person cannot show that they would treat us well, that they would not abuse our trust. Self-surrender does not mean to give myself up. I can only surrender myself if I am in touch with myself, if I know who I am. But at the same time self-surrender always implies risk. I leave the safety granted by always clinging to myself when I surrender myself to someone else. This can only work if I know that the other person is not a devil, but an angel who will pick me up and carry me, who means well.

I know many people who think they have to do everything themselves. That they have to work hard on their personalities to get on and to fulfil their dreams. They try to do what’s good. But one day they reach a point where they realize that they cannot get everything they want. They can have any number of good intentions. They will never be able to live up to them. Again and again they are confronted with their own inadequate reality. I have to open my arms and surrender to the angel sent to me by God so that my life may succeed. That is not an attitude of resignation, but of freedom. I feel that I don’t have to achieve everything what I want, because this is in the end only an expression of my personal ambition, but not the will of God. When I sit down in meditation before God and I turn to Him with my empty hands, then I feel this freedom of self-surrender. I know that He holds me, that I may be in His good hands just the way I am. This is what lies at the core of the Christian faith: the experience of freedom, the freedom Christ has prepared for us.

(Gal 5, 1: “Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage.”)

© by Anselm Grün, 50 Engel für das Jahr, 1997;
translation by JunoMagic

Song for December 2:

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“Windgesang aus dem Westen”
(“Windsong out of the West”)
by Hans-Jürgen Hufeisen,
album “Pegasus – Melodien der Vier Winde” (“Pegasus –  Melodies of the Four Winds”)


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An Advent Calendar for my Friends: December 1

 


LOTTO, Lorenzo: Angel Annunciating, 1527;
Oil on wood, 75 x 55 cm; Church of Sts Vincent and Alexander, Ponteranica

The Angel of Leaving

by Anselm Grün

There is a deeply rooted longing in men to make themselves comfortably at home and stay forever where they have once felt safe and snug. Where a person is happy, there she wants to settle down and remain forever. But at the same time she knows that she cannot settle down in this world forever. She has to leave again and again. She has to make a new start again and again. She has to break camp, a camp she built and made cosy, and continue on her way. Leaving demands severance. Old ties have to be severed. Things cannot continue the way they are. I cannot stay forever where I am at the moment.

 

While we are on our way, we need to break camp again and again to depart for new destinations. Every departure is frightening at first. Because what has grown old in our lives, what is familiar, has to be left behind. And when all this is left behind, I don’t know what to expect yet. The unknown provokes a sense of fear. But at the same time departure holds a promise, the promise of something new that has never been there before, that has never been seen before. If you don’t move on, your life will grow stale. What cannot change, grows old and stuffy. New ways of life want to open up inside us. But they can do that only, if we relinquish old patterns.

We want to settle down where something reaches out to us and touches our hearts. The disciples would have liked best to build three huts on mount Tabor and remain there forever in the joyful experience of transfiguration. But Jesus is not responsive to that desire. For already in the next moment the light of Tabor is extinguished by a dark cloud. They cannot hold on to that experience, they have to move on, they have to take the path down into the valley. There they will miss the clarity found on the mountain. Every deep religious experience wants to seduce us into settling down with it, into clinging to something we cannot hold on to. God cannot be kept like that. Most of all, He is the God of Exodus, of departure, the God Who always exhorts us to move on. To Moses He says: “Wherefore criest thou unto me? Speak unto the children of Israel, that they go forward.” (Ex 14, 15). The Israelites are afraid of moving on. They feel oppressed and unfree in Egypt. But they have come to terms with foreign rule. At least their stew pots are full. They want to move on, but at the same time they are afraid of departure. This is the ambivalence we experience ourselves again and again. We are not content with the lives we lead. But at the same time we are afraid of moving on, of leaving the familiar behind and of daring to make a change, inside and outside. But we will experience life only if we are ready to move on, again and again. For this, we need – like the Israelites – an Angel who gives us courage for our leaving, who extends his staff to ward off the Red Sea of our fears, so we can walk full of confidence through the tides of life.

Especially today the Angel of Leaving faces many difficulties. The prevailing mood of our time is not marked by courage for new beginnings like the 1960ies, when first the Council in the Catholic church, and then the student movements for all of society, brought about a mood of change and movement. Today the prevailing mood is one of resignation, of self-pity, of depression. One tends to feel sorry for oneself, because everything is so difficult nowadays and there’s nothing you can do about it anyway.

Therefore we need the Angel of Leaving very much today, to give us hope for our time, to allow us to move on to new shores, to help us take the chance of a new beginning so that new possibilities of cooperation, a new way of treating Creation and a new way of thinking in politics and economy may blossom.

And this also means that you have to depart from fixed perceptions and rigid ideas. To burst open inner blockades, to open up closeness, to depart from old habits and entrenched structures: all of this enables us to move on to new ways of life and new periods of life.

You will hesitate often, because you don’t know where your way may lead you. Then the Angel of Leaving may be at your side and may provide you with guidance for your journey:

 

For Angels rent the House next ours,
       Wherever we remove–"

(Emily Dickinson)

 

© by Anselm Grün, 50 Engel für das Jahr, 1997;
translation by JunoMagic
 

Song for December 1:

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"Mein Geschenk für Dich"
("My Gift for You")
by Hans-Jürgen Hufeisen,
album "Gold, Weihrauch und Flöte" ("Gold, Incense and Flute")

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The December Surprise!


An Advent Calendar for my Flist!

You have made my life so much brighter that I would like to try and lighten up the last days of this year for you.

As we look back on the waning year, as the days are growing shorter, darker and colder in Europe and North America, I think all of us can use a quiet moment a day, to reflect on our lives and the rest of the universe.

Therefore I have decided to adapt the Advent calendar that I do with my husband for LiveJournal.

This Advent calendar needs a bit explaining, I think.

We are going to do it for the third year in a row now, because it helps us to find some quiet moments during the busy days right before Christmas. Our Advent calendar offers us moments of peace and introspection, and a chance to talk about things we might be hesitant to mention at other times.

And this is what we do:

Our Advent calendar is based on the book “50 Engel für das Jahr” (“50 Angels for the Year” – in English the books is available as ”Angels of Grace”) by Anselm Grün.

Anselm Grün is a Benedictine monk in the abbey of Münsterschwarzach in Frankonia – the northern part of Bavaria, more or less the region where I live.

Anselm Grün is one of the most well known Christian authors in Germany today. What I like about him is his humble and kind spirituality. Yes, he is Christian, and Catholic, and he talks about the Catholic interpretation of God and about things that are in the Bible. But much more than that, he is something like an angel himself, offering gentle words of guidance about situations that everyone of us has experienced in our lives.

The book “50 Angels for the Year” has fifty short chapters about angels, such as the “Angel of Love”, the “Angel of Reconciliation” and many more. Texts that offer guidance and comfort for many situations in life. Texts, I think that can be an inspiration to everyone, no matter if you are a Christian or a Buddhist or an agnostic or an atheist.

So how do I turn 50 Angels into an Advent calendar of 24 days?

Well, I have 24 postcards featuring angels and an envelope with fifty pieces of papers that have the numbers 1 to 50 on them. My husband draws 12 numbers and so do I. That way we randomly pick an angel for each day of Advent. Each night we read the chapter of the angel of the day to each other. Most of the times I do the reading, but sometimes my husband will read to me, too. Afterwards we pin the angel-postcard of the day with a wooden clothes-peg to a garland in the living room. Every day another angel is added, until on Christmas day the garland is full of angels who have accompanied us through the days of Advent.

Now, I can’t read to you. But I can try and translate our Christmas angels for you.

And that’s what I am going to do.

Every day of Advent I will share with you our Angel of the day, an angel picture, an angel icon, and an angel song to download with YouSendIt.

The angel songs will be flute music by Hans-Jürgen Hufeisen. I will use three of his albums: “Das Engelkonzert” (“Concert of Angels”), “Gold, Weihrauch & Flöte” (“Gold, Incense & Flute”) and “Pegasus – Melodien der vier Winde” (“Pegasus – Melodies of the Four Winds”).

I hope you will enjoy this Advent calender and I would like to invite you to share your thoughts about the angels of this Christmas with me.

And to get you in the mood for angels, I have collected a few quotes about angels.

“Angel of hope and calendars, do you know despair?
That hole I crawl into with a box of Kleenex…. “

– Anne Sexton (1928–1974), U.S. poet. “Angel of Hope and Calendars.”

~~~*~~~

“Angel in tights and garters”…

– This is Sam Weller’s famous description of Mr. Pickwick. Charles Dickens (1812–1870), British novelist. Sam Weller, The Pickwick Papers, ch. 45, p. 642 (1837).

~~~*~~~

”The Angel that presided o’er my birth
Said, ‘Little creature, formed of Joy and Mirth,
Go love without the help of any thing on earth.’
”

– William Blake (1757–1827), British poet, painter, mystic. From Gnomic Verses. The Angel that presided o’er my birth (l. 1-3).

~~~*~~~

“An angel, robed in spotless white,
Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.
Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.
Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.”

– Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872–1906), U.S. poet. Dawn (l. 1–4). . .
American Negro Poetry. Arna Bontemps, ed. (Rev. ed., 1974) Hill and Wang.

~~~*~~~

“My angel,—his name is Freedom,—
Choose him to be your king;
He shall cut pathways east and west,
And fend you with his wing.”

– Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. “Boston Hymn,” May-Day and Other Pieces (1867).

~~~*~~~

“If an angel were ever to tell us anything of his philosophy I believe many propositions would sound like 2 times 2 equals 13.”

– G.C. (Georg Christoph) Lichtenberg (1742–1799), German physicist, philosopher. “Notebook B,” aphorism 44, Aphorisms (written 1765-1799), trans. by R.J. Hollingdale (1990).

~~~*~~~

“In Heaven an angel is nobody in particular.“

– George Bernard Shaw (1856–1950), Anglo-Irish playwright, critic. “Maxims for Revolutionists: Greatness,” Man and Superman (1903).

~~~*~~~

“I hold a beast, an angel and a madman in me, and my enquiry is as to their working, and my problem is their subjugation and victory, downthrow and upheaval, and my effort is their self-expression.”

– Dylan Thomas, quoted by Constantine FitzGibbon “The Life of Dylan Thomas”, Little, Brown 65.

~~~*~~~

“But how irrelevantly
the absurd angel of happiness walks in….”

– Denise Levertov (b. 1923), Anglo–U.S. poet. “A Sequence.”

~~~*~~~

“The flame from the angel’s sword in the garden of Eden has been catalysed into the atom bomb; God’s thunderbolt became blunted, so man’s dunderbolt has become the steel star of destruction.”

– Sean O’Casey (1884–1964), Irish dramatist. “And Evening Star,” vol. 6, Sunset and Evening Star (1954).

~~~*~~~

”How fading are the joys we dote upon!
Like apparitions seen and gone.
But those which soonest take their flight
Are the most exquisite and strong,—
Like angels’ visits, short and bright;
Mortality ’s too weak to bear them long.”

– John Norris (1657–1711) , The Parting.

~~~*~~~

And finally: What Wikipedia says about angels.

I wish all my friends a wonderful December 2005!

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1st Fanfiction Anniversary

Today is my 1st Fanfiction Anniversary.

Today, exactly one year ago, I wrote the first chapter of my first version of “The Tides of Time and the Bones of the Earth” and posted it to FFNet

Today, exactly one year later, I am almost done with rewriting that story.


How time flies…

I wrote the first version of the “Tides” all of its 111,333 words in exactly four weeks. It seems silly that I need more than a year to get it rewritten. I have to remind myself of all the other words I have written during that last year.

So many words!

FFNet tells me that I posted 670,480 words during that year. If I add the ten chapters of my original story to that, my degree paper and all the rewritten chapters of “Lothíriel” and the “Tides”… I think I can safely assume that I have written 800,000 words during the last year.

I have counted the words on an average page of a paperback novel. Round about 400, give or take.

That means, I have filled some 2,000 paperback pages with words during the last twelve months, just with my stories and texts (not counting excerpts, posts, announcements, LJ entries…).

But what does that mean?

More measuring: two of my Diana Gabaldon novels come up to 2,000 pages together. They weigh 1,285 g, a bit more than two pounds. They are 12 cm or 4.72 inches high. They are 18.3 cm or 7.20 inches long.

But what does that mean?

I’m sitting here and staring at the screen, wondering what to think and what to write.

As we read and write, we create our own “mythology” – lifelines – dreampaths.

What we read, what we write, when we do it, how we do it – it shapes our lives, our identity. Our thoughts, our ideas, our feelings… invariably certain books and for the writers among us, certain kinds of stories/poems, accompany and outline certain periods of our lives.

What is your “mythology”? What is the “mythology” of your reading and your writing?


When you have… a tribble from Middle-earth

When you have watched the waves washing up against the crumbling walls of the harbour of Mithlond,

when you have had shepherd’s pie in the Prancing Pony and burned your tongue,

when your weary feet have trudged the lonely miles between the Weathertop and the Last Bridge, all one hundred and twenty of them,

when you have listened to songs and stories in Rivendell and learned how to say meleth nîn and the words of an ancient Quenyan hymn,

when you have picked a snow drop at Cerin Amroth and thought it to be a niphredil,

when you have stood on the terrace in front of the Golden Hall of Meduseld and shivered in the cold wind blowing down from the snowy peaks of the Irensaga,

when you have learned the names of all the Gondorian beacon hills and can sing them to an old teaching song,

when you have had a pint in the Laughing Oliphaunt and tried to spot Iorlas in the crowd,

when you have set sail from Dol Amroth to find the Straight Way,

when you have heard tales about the kine of Rhûn on the shores of the Eastern Sea, drinking red wine from Dorwinion,

when you have haggled for sweet dates and sesame bread with street-merchants in Umbar and barely kept the shirt on your back,

when you have danced with the hobbits around the mallorn tree on the Party Field,

when you have celebrated New Year’s Day in Osgiliath, breathless in the arms of a dark-haired, grey-eyed ranger of the South,

when you have seen the floods of the River Carnen flow down from the Iron Hills in bright red floods over black sands,

when you have wandered farther still, where the stars are strange…

…then you are a fanfiction writer of Middle-earth.


Many thanks to my friends (especially Aranel, Aeneid, Aliana and EL) whose writings inspired some of the lines above!

The tribble also contains references to most of my stories, of course. Image hosted by Photobucket.com

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Where to begin…

As I have no idea where to begin (or why) I will start with something completely silly.

Here’s a list of persons and things I like, from A – Z.

A – Alfred Lord Tennyson, my favourite poet (“Ulysses”)
B – bubble bath (“Amber” from L’Occitane)
C – cats, candles, calligraphy (preferably without the ink spots all over me)
D – dragons, my Dad
E – Elrond, English, England (if only it was not so horribly expensive)
F – Frankreich/France, playing the flute, freedom
G – Germany
H – my husband, history, herbs
I – Italian food
J – Juno & Jupiter
K – Kochen, Katzen
L – learning, Leany!!!
M – Middle-earth, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Roger McGough
N – nights spent awake and then watching the dawn
O – oddities
P – painting, poetry, philosophy & politics
Q – Quark, am liebsten mit frischen Früchten
R – reading, red wine
S – Sindarin, stars
T – Tolkien, tarot
U – U.
V – Vida!!!, Cynthia Voigt
W – writing, painting watercolours, waterfall haven
X – x
Y – Yavannie!!!; you – because you read this!
Z – Zinfandel

O.K. – I know this does not make a lot of sense, but it’s my first attempt at posting here. And it’s already close to midnight. I guess I will have to update and change this list now and again.

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