Unknown to us, Caroline & I have the same advent wreath tradition. We light ours, made with greens from the Redwood tree in our backyard and 3 tealights (3 violet, one rose for Gaudete (orRejoice!) Sunday) every night during this season. So I will leave you with just this image and a poem by Wallace Stevens which has nothing to do with food, or Advent, but with the power of light in darkness. Which is something I think we all need, and something a candlelit table can sometimes help to provide.
|Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour
By Wallace Stevens
Light the first light of evening, as in a room
This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
Within a single thing, a single shawl
Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
Out of this same light, out of the central mind,