Wading Through Hot Chocolate and Cloudy Skies an Advent Reflection by Kim Balke

by Christine Sine

Light through cloudy skies

Today’s Advent reflection is written by Kim Balke who tells me: I have been a leaf chaser and cloud wanderer since early childhood.  I grew up in southern Ontario near the Great Lakes and my family roots are in Nova Scotia, where I have been a beachcomber for mermaid’s tears (beach glass, especially the blue ones) over 10 years. I now live on the West Coast in a small community, Tsawwassen, BC, surrounded by ocean and river mystery.  I have been married to Tom, fellow wanderer in creation, for 29 years and we have two young adult sons, one dog and a huge family of stick bugs.  I credit their growing years as my unofficial  PhD dissertation in wonder, observation and reflection.  I am an Expressive Arts Therapist in private practice and work with children in 3 schools in the Lower Mainland of Vancouver.

Wading Through Hot Chocolate and Cloudy Skies

Hurting people billow about me,

darkening grays, aging ways,

black and purple-blue hues;

a hollowed out sky before me

in the form of needs, misdeeds,

unkempt, messy vapours diffusing light and tell-tale sight

around my landscape.  Let them go, too heavy to hold.

 

Falling, falling inevitably down over autumn leaves

in a colour leeching rain; a desired disintegration into ground,

the still, waiting space and time for growing something good … later.

 

Here and now is damp and cold;

a stick stirring a muck of memories,

a jump in puddles day;

watch the slough carry leaf boats downstream and away,

far away to adventure lands;

catch my breath and here I go

into William Blake’s “eternity in an hour”

flowers, unfolding long forgotten freckle faced smiles

of an incognito princess ship wrecked on new shores;

in the dirt on her tattered sleeves, the gifts of Magi sustain her;

in the wet socks hanging to dry, shepherds guard flocks at night.

She is waiting for…no…

she is wading through hot chocolate!

Her face peers into steam, Anna- like, searching through temple crowds, wondering.

She finds herself enveloped in rainbow, gloria and God given promises

from an ancient red and black letter book

about a baby-king wrapped in rags, hand me down clothes

from prophets to Elizabeth to Mary;

stitched and mended Metaphor of Meaning

for the fullness of time;

for child’s play in the sacredness of this present pregnant moment

seen in cloudy Tsawwassen skies and me.

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3 comments

swesleymcgranor December 15, 2012 - 5:59 am

Seems like i am in your garden; pondering your ode to God.

Jim Fisher December 17, 2012 - 12:39 pm

Wow! I really like this one. Of course she is wading through hot chocolate. How silly of me to think otherwise.

Christine Sine December 17, 2012 - 1:10 pm

Thanks Jim, wonderful imagery isn’t it?

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