the Sacred Unfolding: A Meditation for the remainder of advent.

A Meditation on Becoming and Waiting

Sit somewhere quiet, where the light can reach you—whether it’s morning sunlight, candlelight, or the soft glow of a lamp. If possible, place a small object from nature in front of you—a stone, branch, feather, or something that feels grounded in the earth’s story.

Sit comfortably but with intention. Let your body reflect the dignity of this season—upright, yet soft. Hands can rest open in your lap, palms facing up in a gesture of receiving.

Close your eyes and feel your breath move in and out naturally. Imagine the breath not just as air but as the Spirit moving through you—ancient and present. As you breathe in, silently say:

“I am part of the unfolding.”

As you breathe out:

“I make room for the becoming.”

In your mind’s eye, picture a small seed in the dark soil. This seed is your life. It is also the world’s life, holding the hope of what has yet to bloom. In the Advent season, process theology reminds us that God is not a distant figure waiting to intervene but the One unfolding with us in each moment.

As you breathe, feel the soil surrounding this seed—warm, protective, and still. You cannot rush the seed’s growth. Your waiting nurtures it. Imagine the seed stirring, not yet breaking the surface, but already changing beneath the earth.

In this quiet stirring, hear this truth:

“The sacred is not yet finished.”

“God is still becoming within me.”

In the waiting, there is movement. This seed will grow and break apart; what it is today will not remain. Reflect on this:

The light of Advent comes not in spite of the darkness but through it.

There is no rush to push away the dark. In Theravada practice, we sit with impermanence, recognizing that the soil—this moment of unknowing—nourishes what’s next.

Imagine the roots of this seed reaching into the deep earth, connecting with the roots of trees, grasses, and flowers long past their season. Indigenous wisdom teaches that growth happens in relationship. This seed is not isolated; it draws strength from the whole land.

Feel the presence of ancestors and generations who have waited before you—those who have prayed, hoped, and lived through their own seasons of Advent. Their waiting feeds yours.

Ask yourself:

What seed is stirring within me this Advent?

How can I honor the process without rushing the growth?

Sit with whatever surfaces, even if the answers feel incomplete. The seed does not doubt its path. Neither should you.

Place your hands over your heart and say aloud or silently:

“The sacred is still unfolding, and so am I.”

Open your eyes, letting the light return to you. Carry this truth as you walk through Advent’s waiting.