I began so well. The ritual. The cross of ashes. The desire to stop. The desire to deepen that spiritual relationship. The knowledge that I can be a better person. The intention of being that person. The journey didn’t last long. A couple of days, a day, hours… less?
Then again, isn’t that the way this ought to be? A journey. A journey with false paths. A journey with stumbling blocks, crevices and the occasional rock fall.
One reason (excuse?) is an illness. A virus came and walked alongside me for a while. We were obviously close friends. We shared everything. For an introvert, friendship – close friendship and intimate sharing – can be exhausting. I’m still in recovery. The virus has moved on to others, virus is so fickle.
I had planned good things for February. The plans, like my Lenten walk, have gone off track. They are there. Milling around in the woods, in the darker places. I’ll get a light and go find them. The woods are full of birch trees.
The Celtic ‘Beth’ represents a sweeping away, a purification. It’s also about determination and patience. Beth a metaphor for the metaphor that is Lent. It seems the woods are the place to go. To find my plans. To find my path.
- Lent leads to Easter
- February into Spring
- Lull into life.
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