Fourth morning in Taos

Awoke to a snow sky. The mountains got a dose of white, but nothing down low where I am. 

Of course, a fire to begin the day before running in to town for my morning cappuccino. 

Ornament making was the morning activity. Listening to Advent music through the Jawbone Jambox while stringing beads into a star. 

One song and verse stood out to me. 

"Stir My Heart" sung by Sara Groves. 

My heart most assuredly has been stirred these past few days of the Advent trip. 

Stirred by the sweet quiet of Northern New Mexico; by the smoke wafting from both fireplaces and open fires around town. 

Stirred by the warm welcome I have received throughout each and every day; by the brilliant blue sky and the crows and magpies who soar by. 

Stirred by the generous spirit of this community for those in need. Stirred by walking a labyrinth. 

Stirred by an unexpected Flamenco dancing performance where the introduction to one song was about how grandparents experience a kind of special joy at the birth of Christ, as if they were Mary's parents. 

My soul is indeed stirred.