Advent Windows, part 3 (the end)

the words on the pages from the rest of my altered book advent window pages for the month (i didn't get as far as making them art):

day 14: PERMIT

gentle

edged in a little closer to hear

noticed my fire

permit

permit

permit

(seriously - that word was on there 3 times! on just the next page in the book! #secretmessage for sure)

day 15: INVITE

now 

learn how to be

the big wide dare

rest

paint a little.

day 16: SOAK

"We'll do that right now."

some paint and a little brush

good for melody, a tune or two

kind of dreamy-like chase

day 17: MOVE

this was another profound day for me. i immediately resisted the word when i drew it in the morning, as all i was wanting to do was sit and drink coffee, and my first thought when i saw it was "exercise, ew." but then i watched this video. and i got out joey's drums and tambourine and harmonica and started MOVE-ing! turned on a little gungor and danced and sang and beat that drum and played that harmonica. it was amazingly refreshing and i drew near in worship. the first song that played begins with the lyrics 

"my soul cries out, my soul cries out for you... 

these bones cry out, these dry bones cry for you - to live and MOVE" 

yes, please.

i carried the harmonica around with me all day, playing (delightfully horribly) along with the radio... i even demoed it for my sister in a store (which she did not appreciate, giving me the "put that thing away! i can't take you anywhere!" look - haha, sorry sis.)

and then, unbelievably, the next page in my book had harmonica-playing in it!?

had his new mouth harp

and began to play

{danced} side to side, listening

tried two or three times to pick up the tunes

sense the window

big shadows swinging along

and excerpts from days 18-31 (i didn't even get as far as labeling the pages with the day's word:

first gray light 

on a cold trail

firelight dreams uncorked

songbird

long silvery call

baying, fresh and strong

wings

mighty lonesome and out of heart

shame, my own

the next day, wide and white (this was christmas eve, which amused me)

forlorn in the afternoon, facing you

morning razor-change toward somebody chasing them

i wish these days young

wind swept over me, lifted my head

yellowish eyes in the daylight

"on fear and God" 

(some more refining in the process of getting to the point of starting my new blog)

i didn't move

i looked at the rock again, a glance

more scared than ever

it came to me then how alone i was

fear, a cold ball

near it, i guard myself, but i never leap

solid rock,

my life,

tangled together and fighting in mid-air

the surface coming

i hit the water and was deep under