Advent III: “the evening is advancing, and darker night is near"

a hymn for the weary

It’s officially mid-December, the point at which the impending days of intense people time, the potential for conflict and noise, the undone to-do list, the presents squirreled away in closets, and my own dissolving self care routines, coalesce into me wanting to scream at the cognitive dissonance of it all.

Merry Christmas.