I nearly miss it in a sudden rush to get things done.
The quiet low light and deep peace of early December that is Advent in the Christian calendar and my favourite time of year. The rush is less about truly preparing for the festivities ahead than about panicking that I may not do so in time. Then I reassure myself: that my Christmas preparations have usually been last minute; if I’m going to panic it might as well be at the last moment - having first allowed myself to feast on quietude, low light and forthcoming solstice images of the sunlight entering the passage tomb at Newgrange.
It is not a recipe for a well-prepared Christmas time and the conflict is familiar at all times of year.
I’m a natural contrarian.
I’ve only to know I must do something to be equally sure there are a thousand reasons not to and while I like to dream of creating something wonderful, involving myself in the necessary actions to bring it about is altogether another matter. It’s not helped by wanting to attend: to listen and connect - rather than get on with managing, doing and administrating.