Spiritual Ruminations: It is Lent…

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I’ve been MIA from the blogosphere for a few weeks.

I could:

  • Blame it on the snow
  • Blame it on the flu
  • Blame it on the Olympics


Just say it as it is—I’ve been busy. Really, really busy!

So, what has been taking my time and energy? In my faith tradition, it is Lent. Lent starts off with a bang, slows a bit and then builds to a climactic celebration of Easter.

In the spirit of Lent, I thought I would share a reflection. Perhaps you will find it a doorway to prayer.

Ash and dust spill down my forehead, remind me of campfires and firebugs, starlit skies and cheeping crickets.

The taste of smoke burns my throat, acrid and unpleasant and my eyes burn with the soot of cigarettes like years ago and Gram and Gramps on holidays in their large family small house space.

It is a desert. a desert of stretching and giving until I have nothing but bone and parched everything.

Someplace overhead is a rainbow a sign a promise.

I am delighted even in my exhaustion of spirit.

The heavens pour out a deluge of hope. I find my canteen, filling up for the next passage through sand and rock

And arid weeks.

Ahead will be another oasis more smoke ash fire water

Resurrection at last.




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I am a fabric artist and a professional minister in the Catholic Church. I am married for 40+ years to a most fabulous man. We have 4 adult children, 2 daughter-in-laws ( who we also consider to our children!) and 4 grandbabies. I love to weave, paint silk, sew and design garments for myself; bead, read, write and color. I am also a spiritual Companion/Director and have a special place in my soul for women who are healing and in need of healing from trauma and abuse. I love coffee, quiet reflective prayer time at my kitchen table and long walks to breathe in the Holy Spirit. I would like to learn how to spin yarn and will someday create a spun, hand dyed/painted, beaded, woven fabulous garment of peace!

6 thoughts on “Spiritual Ruminations: It is Lent…

  1. Beautifully and poetically expressed. You helped me to see Lent in a new light and took me back to our smoke filled home, courtesy of a continual flow of cigarettes from dawn to dusk. My parents (and the step-parents after their divorce and subsequent remarriages) both smoked like chimneys. I hated it. As Lent continues to be challenging in many respects, I’m clinging to these words: “Someplace overhead is a rainbow a sign a promise.” So there is. Amen! Thank you, Nancie. It’s good to see you back in the writing saddle again, my friend! xo ❤

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