It’s Ash Wednesday; the beginning of Lent. Lent; an intentional time of self-emptying. Awareness. Confession. Spirit-infusion. A time to practice resurrection.
As I ponder how I will intentionally practice lent in these 40 days, I recognize a deep grief within me. I grieve the death of words. Somehow in life’s journey I have lost the freedom to speak without fear. To dream without grimacing. To write without ctrl+a+del.
These 40 days I will practice the resurrection of words. It might not be many. It probably won’t be poetic or organized. But I will practice, with words, being alive. I will practice storying the past and imagining the future.
“One day” is now day one.