I can’t wait for Advent, my favorite liturgical season. Waiting, waiting in a month known for honoring the dead and lost souls. The skies darken. Rains are often. The temperature dips a little, as if the tropical island tries to mimick autumn or the coming winter. Indeed, for many, we still follow the lunar calendar, with spring, summer, autumn and winter cycles.
What’s waiting? The lesson of patience. What happens when things don’t happen, or dreams seem very far away? You wait. You plan. You get ready. But at the same time, you conserve your energy, you marshal your strength.
I am impatient. This is a character flaw I acknowledge, and try to change. Indeed, for this Advent, I will wait and learn patience.