Wednesday, February 20, 2008


As I was driving to work the other day, the barren branches of roadside oaks caught my eye. If any trees ever looked like they were straight from a fairy tale, these do. I could just imagine their "fingers" coming to life and scaring medieval children who were silly enough to get lost at night in a forest. It had been snowing here recently, and I thought how lovely and dramatic they'd be with a dusting of white to highlight their bare twisted branches. (Just some wishful thinking...)

If I didn't know better, those trees would look dead; there are no visible signs of life, other than the lichen and mistletoe that call them home. But they are not dead; they are in their season of dormancy, necessary to rest and nourish them to enable the continuance of life.

Lent is such a season for me. When I move too quickly, I miss much of the sacred. To experience life with all my senses, I must slow down, take time, drink in, take stock. God knows this; I wonder if He's forever feeling He must slow me down! Lent provides a simpler way of life; it helps me reflect. It helps me to see the lie in equating busyness with a full life.

Yes, Lent can feel barren, but if I sit really still, I can sense life breeding just under the surface.


Christine said...

Yes, Life is still moving along, but your reflections show the depth of things we seldom stop to notice.

May God richly bless us all this Lenten season.

Macile Hooper LeJeune said...

I am such an old stick in the mud, with my same routine; day in; day out; week in; week out. Going to some of the weekday Masses or extra Adoration [I try to go once a week, during not-Lent] ... I always thought of Lent as an extra ???. I started to say 'chore' but deep in my heart ... going be with our Sweet Jesus is never a chore. But ... Lent is meant to slow us down??? Hmmmmmm, gonna have to think about that. My main goal this year is to eat meat only once a day except on Sunday; and so far, that is working. And even though I really like eggs, cheese, fish, shrimp; (which means abstiannce is not a chore) ... I seem to be missing the meat. Well, like our Ms. Leslie; gonna offer it up. ;-)DIEU TE BENISSE!!! Cajun Sissy