A wonderful poem about threshold space written by Rich at Pilgrim Path:
On this February morning,
not fully winter, not quite spring,
the palest lemonade-colored sun
rises weakly over the lake.
A still fog sits over the water,
trapping a ship in time just as
the frozen waters anchor it in place.
A waterfront bench entombed in
snow serves no purpose but to remind
us of a nearly past storm.
A good day to be stuck in time
on a fulcrum of faith’s calendar.
Let us take our cue from nature
and sit with this threshold day as it requires.
Antony at Coming to the Quiet always has good reflections on monastic spirituality. I really liked his reflection on Lent here. This line especially spoke to me: “Lent should shake each of us inside and out.” Amen.
Maggi Dawn has a great reflection on Lent and our cultural obsession with food and size.
I return on Monday! Blessings on your lenten journey!
-Christine Valters Paintner @ Abbey of the Arts