Advent

Psalm 27: 1, 4, 13-14
The LORD is my light and my salvation;
whom should I fear?
The LORD is my life’s refuge;
of whom should I be afraid?

One thing I ask of the LORD;
this I seek:
To dwell in the house of the LORD
all the days of my life,
That I may gaze on the loveliness of the LORD
and contemplate his temple.

I believe that I shall see the bounty of the LORD
in the land of the living.
Wait for the LORD with courage;
be stouthearted, and wait for the LORD.

note: The psalm can be a prayer at the beginning of Advent. Advent is the time for preparation for the coming of Jesus Christ at Christmas.

hotel’s little library

This past weekend Mrs. Abstract and I stayed in Union Inn Hotel built in 1880 in Volcano, Amador County,CA.

The hotel has a small well library. I found a wonderful book, Home, written by Beth Powing.

“ It was November, our first autumn in the farm. The ground was frozen, there were white crystals in the black ice on the end and the sun traveled low across the sky.

We went into the woods to cut next year’s firewood.”

Beth Powing, Home, Chronicle of a North Country Life

note: I’m sorry I’m slightly behind in my blog. I’m immersed in chess. I’m following the World Chess Championship in New York,N.Y between Magnus Carlsen, current world champion from Norway, who battles Sergei Karjakin, the challenger from Russia.

Reading

“Benedict considers reading such an important part of the meal, in fact,that he insists that the person doing the reading be a good reader, someone who would inspire rather than irritate the souls of the listeners. The reading was to be a artistic event, an instructive experience, a moment of meditation.”
-Sr. Joan Chittister, The Rule of Benedict

Reading

“The poet is always our contemporary. Our being for the moment is centred and constricted, as in any violent shock of personal emotion. Afterwards, it is true, the sensation begins to spread in wider rings through our minds; remoter senses are reached; these begin to sound and to comment and we are aware of echoes and reflections. The intensity of poetry covers an immense range of emotion.”-Virginia Woolf, How Should One Read A Book