Songs for Advent Spiral, December 9, 9am

Songs for the Parent & Child Advent Spiral

Hymn for the Russian Earth (Rise Up Singing; Round)
If the people lived their life as if it were a song
For singing out of light.
'Twould provide the music for the stars
To be dancing circles in the night.

Sanctuary (from a Sophia's Hearth Workshop)
Love prepare me, to be a sanctuary,
Pure and holy, tried and true.
With Thanksgiving, I'll be a living
Sanctuary unto you.

Harambee! (Kwanzaa song)
Harambee, Harambee, Harambee - eee.
Harambee, Harambee, Harambee -eee.
We work together and play together
In unity we are one.
We live together and sing together
In harmony we are one.
Oh sisters and brothers, all help one another.
Oh sisters and brothers, all help one another.

Dona Nobis Pacem (round; writing out the lyrics without music may not help; best to listen).

Peace Round (old English canon, words by Jean Ritchie, from a Christmas Revels songbook)
What a goodly thing
If the children of the world
Could dwell together
In peace.

Shalom Chaverim
Shalom chaverim, shalom chaverim, shalom, shalom.
L'hit ra ot, L'hit ra ot, Shalom, shalom.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.

Are you a gateway in the sky?
Are you the twinkle in an angel's eye?
Shine your starry light to earth.
Bring a thousand stars to birth.

Stars on apple, seedpod, pear.
Stars on berries everywhere.
So you guard me near and far,
Twinkle, twinkle little star.

Silent Night, Noche de Paz, Stille Nacht (apologies for spelling errors)

Noche de Paz, Noche de Amor. Stille nacht, hochheilige Nacht,
Todos duermen alredador. Alles schlaft, einsam wacht.
Todos suenan in la obscuridad. Nur das traute hocheilige paar.
Harmonias de Felicidad. Holder knabe mit lochigem haar.
Harmonias de paz. Schlaft in Himmlischer ruhe.
Harmonias de paz. Schlaft in Himmlischer ruhe.

Silent night, holy night. Silent night, holy night.
All is calm, all is bright. Shepherds quake at the sight.
Round yon virgin mother and child. Glories stream from heaven afar.
Holy infant so tender and mild. With the dawn of redeeming grace.
Sleep in heavenly peace. Christ, the Saviour, is born.
Sleep in heavenly peace. Christ, the Saviour, is born.

Silent night, holy night.
Son of God, love's pure light.
Radiant beams from Thy holy face.
With the dawn of redeeming grace.
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth.
Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth.

Parent & Child and Guest Advent Spiral

Very Young Child Advent Spiral Garden

 Huckleberry Hall

9am, December 9th, 2011

At many Waldorf Kindergartens throughout the world, the season of Advent is marked by the ceremony of the Advent Spiral Garden, an experience of moving from darkness into the light.  The garden is a beautiful spiral pathway of evergreen boughs, interspersed with pine cones, crystals, seashells, and shining stars leading to a candle in the center.  Together with a parent, each child in turn carries an unlit candle held by a rosy apple and walks the spiral path to the center, lights his own small candle from the center candle and embarks on the journey back outward, placing the apple and candle in the spiral boughs alongside the pathway.  Slowly, with each child's journey, the Light glows and grows.  It is an archetypal experience of birth and incarnation which honors the Journey of the (every)Child of Light.

Over the years, I have found our youngest children tend to find joy in a festival held in the morning, with families present, with lots of communal singing.  While we hold a mood of reverence, a festive atmosphere seems to be just right for our younger children.  When you arrive, I will be playing the violin (weather permitting).  Then I will light the first candle, and we will all sing.  In a separate post I will send out lyrics to our songs.  I'll also sing them in class on December 2.

If you have friends with infants and toddlers who may enjoy this event, please invite them.  Please also let me know so that I can provide enough apples and candles.  The festival takes about half an hour (depending on how many families attend). 

My kindergarten colleagues have with generosity shared the following article about Advent.

The Advent Wreath by Gertrude Mueller Nelson 

Ancient peoples who lived in the far north and who suffered the archetypal loss of life and light with the disappearance of the sun had a way of wooing back life and hope. These people did not separate the natural phenomenon from their religious or mystical yearning, so nature and mystery remained combined.

As the days grew shorter and colder and the sun threatened to abandon the earth, these ancient people suffered the sort of guilt and separation anxiety which we also know. Their solution was to bring all ordinary action and daily routine to a halt. They gave in to the nature of winter, came away from their carts and wagons, festooned them with greens and lights, and brought them indoors as a sign of a different time, a time to stop and turn inward. They engaged the feelings of cold and fear and loss. Slowly, slowly the wooed the sun-god back. And light followed darkness. Morning came earlier. These festivals announced the return of hope and primal darkness. This kind of success - hauling the very sun back: the recovery of hope- can only be accomplished when we have the courage to stop and wait and engage fully in the winter of our dark longing. Perhaps the symbolic energy of those wheels made sacred has escaped us and we wish to relegate our Advent wreaths to the realm of quaint custom or pretty decoration. Symbolism, however, has the power to put us directly in touch with a force or idea by means of an image or an object - a "thing" can do that for us. The symbolic action bridges the gulf between knowing and believing. It integrates mind and heart. As we go about the process of clipping our greens and winding them on a hoop, we use our hands, we smell the pungent smell that fills the room, we think about our action. Our imagination is stirred.

Imagine what would happen if we were to understand that ancient prescription for this season literally and remove -just one- say the right front tire from our automobiles and use this for our Advent wreath. Indeed, things would stop. Our daily routines would come to a halt and we would have the leisure to incubate. We could attend to our precarious pregnancy and look after ourselves. Having to stay put, we would lose the opportunity to escape or deny our feelings or becomings because our cars could not bring us away to the circus in town. But to sacrifice our wheel means not so much "to do without" wheels as it means to "make holy" this stopped time. Sacra ficere means to make holy, and holy means hale, Healthy, whole. And it is not easy to make

this time holy. We recognize that the search for holy is so urgent and real that we are vulnerable to the lure that the commercial world offers in its promise to fill in the gaps that we so painfully feel...

During Advent, we are invited to be vulnerable to our longings and open to our hope. Like the pregnant mother who counts the days till her labor and prepares little things for the child on the way, we count the days and increase the light as we light our candles and prepare our gifts... We make the wreath and light the candles, and we will gain the courage to stop the wheeling and dealing of our outer life: to sacrifice the wheels that grind away at outward "progress" at the cost of peace and justice in this distraction. The sacrificed wheel of the Advent wreath encourages us to stop and wait. The symbolic life offers us a way to live those feelings which we might otherwise avoid or deny or rationalize away. The symbols speak directly to the heart."