Lent offers the gift of wilderness wandering, free of expectation. Listening … clear of mind, sharp of sight, open to wonder and to listening deeply, as if for the first time, and yes, to stumbling, perhaps often, upon all that lies upon these ancient paths, paths made new again through trust in all that is yet to unfold …..
(If you so desire, bring a mid-size rock to contribute to the cairn we shall construct over the weeks of the Lenten journey.)
When feeling lost, it is not as much an absence of direction, but an inability to be soothed and made secure by our known ideas, beliefs, and viewpoints. To be lost is about
losing our way. This doesn’t mean we’ve strayed off course, but veered into the direction of a grander plan.
So let the ashes come as beginning and not as end; the first sign but not the final. Let them rest upon you as invocation and invitation,
and let them take you the way that ashes know to go.