Celebrating Advent


Felted nativity figures by Boridolls.

This is a repost from a point in time that I now see as the apex of Waldorf homeschooling in my home. I still love this progression of Advent and plan to do something similar yet different this year. Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving! xoS


Our family began celebrating Advent in an intentional way a few years ago. We mark each week of this anticipatory season by creating a table that progresses through the four kingdoms as seen in the Waldorf tradition: the mineral kingdom, the plant kingdom, the animal kingdom and finally, the kingdom of the human being. At dinner on Sunday night, we add specific items to our Advent table, light a candle and recite a verse or a poem that corresponds with the upcoming week’s theme. I keep these rituals short, reverent and interactive.

Advent has become an established part of our yearly rhythm. When we first came to Waldorf, however, Advent fell right on top of Thanksgiving (like it does this year) and I remember being overwhelmed, but just wanting to do something. That first year, we gathered around a flat paper wreath and four tea light candles. I read the traditional Waldorf Advent verses (that I hastily printed right about the time everyone was around the table and hungry!) and we lit one of the candles. It was a beginning but honestly, no less meaningful than what we do now. The symbols that decorate the Advent table are lovely and evocative, but for me, it is more about taking time to pause, reflect and honor this holy season of anticipation.

First Week of Advent: Rocks and Minerals


I begin preparing for Advent by clearing off a long marble shelf we have in the kitchen and leave it absolutely empty for 24 hours. For some reason, Advent is the only time this shelf is free of clutter, and I see this as a bit of a Christmas miracle. That first Sunday night, we celebrate the minerals of the earth by sprinkling the shelf with seashells, river rocks, sea glass, and gemstones. We light one of the four new candles that will grace the center of our kitchen table for the next month.

Second Week of Advent: Plants


The second Sunday of Advent brings in the greenery. Usually, we go for a walk as a family and collect a variety of evergreens from around our property. Last year I attached some evergreens to a wire hanger and made a wreath for our candles. This stayed pretty until Christmas, and it was free! I always think it would be meaningful to set up the Christmas tree during this week – especially if it stayed bare. We have two birthdays in December and never find the time to buy our tree until later in the month. Decorating with poinsettias, holly, stringing popcorn and cranberries and/or forcing amaryllis, paperwhites or narcissus bulbs are other ways to celebrate plants this week.

Third Week of Advent: Animals


The third Sunday of Advent finds the animals from our many nativity collections making their way to the shelf. Donkeys, sheep and cows are traditional and we also add any animals we may have created during our main lesson time. This year there will be a knitted sheep and also a menagerie of beeswax animals. Making gifts for the birds and squirrels, making homemade dog treats or a cat toy would be a fun way to celebrate the animals in and around your house. Many people hold Advent/Solstice spirals during this week. We have never done this, but I think it would be wonderful to lay out a spiral with evergreen boughs and carry candles in hollowed out apples. A simple yet rich example of holding our own inner light as the earth darkens.

Fourth Week of Advent: Human Beings


The fourth week of Advent brings Christmas and a celebration of the human family. We bring out all the figures at once: shepherds, kings and Mary, Joseph and baby Jesus. At this point in the season, there are a lot of things on the Advent table. In order to keep everything neat and uncluttered, I put the rocks, glass and seashells in glass jars to display in the background, move the greenery to the periphery and have the animals surround the Holy Family which graces the center of the table.


Poetic Musings:

Sunday Selections

It only takes a reminder to breathe,
a moment to be still, and just like that,
something in me settles, softens, makes
space for imperfection. The harsh voice
of judgment drops to a whisper and I
remember again that life isn’t a relay
race; that we will all cross the finish
line; that waking up to life is what we
were born for. As many times as I
forget, catch myself charging forward
without even knowing where I’m going,
that many times I can make the choice
to stop, to breathe, and be, and walk
slowly into the mystery.
– Danna Faulds, “Walk Slowly”



I love a good memoir, and Devotion by Dani Shapiro was exceptional. I borrowed it from the library, finished it in 2 days, took 3 pages of handwritten notes and still I can’t bring myself to return the book. Shapiro writes about attempting to reconcile the religion of her childhood with the spirituality of her adult life. So much of her story is my story; so much of her story isn’t my story. And it was exactly those points of convergence and divergence that kept me captivated.

“I knew from my yoga practice that insights are already fully formed – they’re literally inside our bodies, if only we know where to look. Yogis use a beautiful Sanskrit word, samskara, to describe the knots of energy that are locked in the hips, the heart, the jaw, the lungs. Each knot tells a story – a narrative rich with emotional detail. Release a samskara and you release that story. Release your stories, and suddenly there is more room to breathe, to feel, to experience the world.” – Dani Shapiro, Devotion

As I look toward the end of the year, releasing stories and making room to breathe are among my most sacred intentions. I have a lot on my to-do list and my calendar is filling up fast. Truth be told, there has not been much time spent at the art table where so many of my stories have been let go this year. But there has been walking – lots of walking. I’ve taken to scaling my neighbor’s cow pasture where the view (and the climb!) take my breath away. Pushing myself physically feels like what I need right now. Painting has expanded my soul. Reading always expands my mind. And despite my one lovely yoga experience this year, walking is the way I expand the space within my body.

Go gently. Be kind. At least that’s what I’m trying to tell myself. xoS



Sunday Selections

She let go.
Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of the fear.
She let go of the judgments.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.
Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice.
She didn’t read a book on how to let go. She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all the calculations about doing it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didn’t call the prayer line.
She didn’t utter one word.
She just let go.
No one was around when it happened.
There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort.
There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face.
A light breeze blew through her.
And the sun and the moon shone forevermore…
– Reverend Safire Rose, “She Let Go”