Today I'll receive ashes on my forehead and hear that one day I'll return to dust. Some folks find that depressing, but which of us can say it's not true? Perhaps more important than that destination is -- what am I made of (and making) now?
My intention is to get back into the daily writing habit during Lent so that I can redevelop my writing muscles, sharing and listening along with you. I may dustily fail this resolve at times, but you'll get to watch that too and perhaps notice our kinship in stumbling. At any rate, this seems like it makes more sense than avoiding chocolate!
This week, as I walked the aisles of my local Fred Meyer store, I found myself observing how often my desires were activated by things -- primarily things I had no need of and had formed no intention of buying. I had what I needed in my basket, but still I wandered. The satisfaction, the delicious luxury of spending on things seemed to be calling to me at every turn. Strange. Strange to be observing it instead of just succumbing. Not resisting, just observing. But then it WAS a lovely walk home with only four items instead of ten.....
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