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I see him every day. He's hard not to miss as his white fur coat overflows his large frame. Even in his typical sitting position, the big white dog casts a sizable shadow.
He sits in the same spot in a neighbor's yard, but I'm not sure where he belongs. This past summer he was seen running full force and jumping into another neighbor's nearby swimming pool.
In the winter when most animals curl up and brave the cold, this dog enjoys sitting in the snow for hours. I'm not sure of his breeding, but he is quite an impressive sight as he sits tall in his favorite spot.
I wonder what he is looking for as he watches and waits. I wish I had his patience to do just that as the Advent season is quickly moving toward the all-important celebration of Christmas.
I don't know who has time to just sit and watch when the list of things to do in preparation for Dec. 25 are as daunting as the day is long.
I opened my eyes this morning to the realization that the Advent season is halfway gone. Two candles have been lit on the Advent wreath. Today, the third of the four candles will be illuminated and the sense of urgency just kicked into high gear.
Each candle carries a message to ponder. The first week's candle represents hope while the second candle reminds us to love one another. The third week's candle urges us to celebrate the joy of the season. The fourth week's candle lights the way for signs of peace.
It feels like it was just Hallloween. Then Thanksgiving Day flew in and out of the calendar with a quick gust of wind. And then it was time to get serious about preparing the way.
For some reason, this year has been a challenge for getting my Advent watching and waiting act together. Shopping has been hit and miss for finding the things we need, let alone what is on certain wish lists for various family members.
Gone are the days of window shopping for gift-giving ideas. Now we peruse the ads and hit a computer button to send items to our mailboxes and porches.
The older I get it seems time just gets away from me. The shorter days of this time of year play into this dilemma. Darkness at 4 p.m. lends itself more to naptime rather than shopping excursions.
Perhaps I should take my cue from the big white dog. He sits and waits, calmly anticipating what is to come next. He does not allow the hustle and bustle of the world around him to move him from his hilltop countryside perch.
Maybe that's the heavenly message we all need right now -- peace and quiet. I think I'll try it.
Heather Ziegler can be reached via email at hziegler@theintelligencer.net.