Yesterday was the first day of Advent, which is a special time for the Christian aspect of my life. I take some time each day to feel like an expectant father, for the Child of God belongs to us all. When we care for God as an infant in our own arms, a whole new dimension of mystical love opens up for us.
My primary focus is on the natural calendar, and December 21 6:12am Eastern US time is a special minute for me, for even in darkness, there is light. I get the same feeling from Hanukkah, the Jewish midwinter festival of lights which gives us the courage to continue in faith while enduring persecution.
And the week of December 1-8 is also a special time for me as a Zen practitioner, as it is Rohatsu, a time of intensive meditation in memory of the Buddha's successful effort to Awaken.