I've been spending a lot of time reflecting lately. It's something that I try to do during Lent, even though this year I'm not so much celebrating (wrong word....observing is better) the season. Last year was a total wash, as I was so caught up in losing my dad and the aftershocks...I had an excuse to stay out of my own head. (It was a baaaad neighborhood.) But I've found myself grappling with spirituality and my place in the world more frequently lately.

As I wrote a few days ago, I signed up to run a 5k. It's something that I know I can do, even though I may struggle with the training and the actual running. I went for a run the other night in my neighborhood. It was near dusk, and a light mist was falling. I took a route that avoided crossing a major traffic artery, but that ran through the parking lot of a nearby Catholic church. I've attended the church once, maybe twice, and it's not pulled me in, despite its proximity and creed, despite my desire to be pulled in. I ran through the parking lot, iPod blaring, but almost in tears...for no good reason. I stopped under the statuary in front of the church: two large stone structures that formed a curved shelter between - almost as if a tree had been split and hallowed, but the two halves were still standing.

I stood there for a moment. Just a moment. And silently asked for something, something that I couldn't articulate even if I wanted to.

I hope someone was listening.

My five:

  1. Trust.
  2. Flowers.
  3. Allergy medicine.
  4. Physical wholeness.
  5. Hope.

Edited: I meant to write "hollowed" in describing the statuary, but after rereading it, I'm going to let the original word stand.


vkwheels said…
good lord. talk about hitting you where it counts... I hope someone was listen,too.

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