I didn’t sleep at all last night. I had anxiety over so many things that I just could not rest my mind or my imagination. I have done much today, with very little time for reflection until 8:00 tonight.
I attended our Ash Wednesday Mass and was as always, moved by a little tale told annually…the story of The Rag Man. As I placed my little piece of rag on the arm of a wooden cross…I imagined that all my own hurtful acts and all of those perpetrated on me were given to Jesus. I felt a peace and a calm come upon me at the realization of love that is just so large that I am embraced constantly by it.
Tonight marked my first evening spent in the Chapel of our church, creating a painting to surround the Tabernacle. I was on my knees sanding for an hour…white dust flying everywhere…but all the while, I felt as though I was in the company of the finest of artists and the grandest of carpenters. I did not feel alone with my little sounds of circular sand paper. I felt a part of something very special.
It has been a long day… the thought of soaking in a tub filled with hot lavendar-scented water is pretty enticing….I wish you a special Lenten journey.