Whoa, what has happened to…the concept of time?
The other day a blog I subscribe to landed in my mailbox wishing everyone a Happy Mardi Gras. I thought–Mardi Gras? Why, the poor man is confused and accidentally re-published a random post from last year!
After a minute I realized, Oh. Right. Ash Wednesday. This coming week.
One thing is that I traveled week before last, flying back to the Central Coast of California for four days with friends. So that was fun. I saw some California poppies, bush lupine, ice plant in Schiaparelli pink bloom, and lots of very good-looking people with tans, expensive sunglasses, good haircuts, white teeth and positive attitudes. You can ridicule or hate that all you want–but it’s kind of nice in many ways, really, to partake of that atmosphere every so often. Also, gorgeous shore birds.
The other thing is I’ve been working a lot. I’ve signed on to write a study guide on St. Thérèse of Lisieux so am once again knee-deep in The Little Flower, the Little Way, the Holocaust-Victim-of-Love concept, and so much more that dovetails nicely with the forty days in the desert into which we’re collectively heading.
Discoveries about myself and others also abound.
And I am so, so looking forward to Lent 2022.