Lent. Literally, the lengthening of sun-hours each day as we emerge from the darkness of winter. Light emerges from darkness, and in Lent we acknowledge the darkness of both individual struggles and societal difficulties.
The whole world is emerging, slowly, from the dark grip of a pandemic. We share in this global experience, yet we each have our individual challenges, ones that may have been thrust into focus by the shifting tide of what “normalcy” means. For some, life has become an overwhelming daily battle on the front lines of this disease. For others, it’s been a time of withdrawal, swallowing losses in rapid succession. For some, it’s become a season of reflection and assessment. A friend recently confessed to me that it’s given her time to reflect on her use of time. And I think that’s worth looking at.
How did you and I spend our time before this pandemic hit? Were our activities rewarding and fulfilling? Did we make time for things that we professed to be important? Or were we overwhelmed with busy-ness? Have you had time to ask yourself how things might be different as you emerge from the isolation of quarantining and social distancing? I know it’s a question I need to ask myself. If we take a moment to be quiet, away from distractions, and really face that question, are we brave enough to listen for the answers? If we are, the answers are there, I believe. God speaks in that quiet. And if you don’t believe in God, the quiet will answer anyway. God, or the deep truth that lives in the stillness at the center of who you are, will offer guidance. The challenge is being willing to listen. This is light emerging from darkness. This is what it means to live a Lenten journey.
One of many projects I’ve attempted during this summer of (mostly) isolation has been sending notes to people via snail mail. I used the last note card in a pack the other day and went searching for more. I found a shoebox stashed away in the home office containing various note cards, some in packs and some odd single ones. So many notes to write, now! Until I run out of stamps, that is. 😉
Today, I’m grateful for the time and energy for a small landscaping project.
This strange season of relative isolation due to a global pandemic has left many of us at home with time on our hands. Sometimes it’s hard to focus and channel our energy into being productive (or creative). There are projects, large and small, on our wish lists. One of mine is to upgrade an area under a tree in my front yard where nothing grows well. The project is finally begun! 🙂
With today’s instant avenues of communication, we don’t use postage stamps like we used to. But this new world of Covid-19 and isolation has revived snail mail as a way to bring a little sunshine into someone’s day. I’ve been on the receiving end of many notes and cards recently, and I’ve started sending some out myself. I used up an old batch of Christmas stamps, and now I can use the fun frog stamps I bought a few months ago. 🙂