It's only Bright Week…

and I already miss Lent. My body likes the diet better and my spirit likes the idea of intentionality, of focus on better things.

The news of the world is the same. Politicians are blathering on. People, at least journalists, are still fascinated by the travels of Tiger Woods’ private parts. Some singer no one cares about took off her clothes at the JFK assassination site and if I were a three legged buddhist lesbian and blew myself up in front of the White House I could be famous but probably not for long because someone would up the ante.

Whatever else Lent is it is surely sanity. It is a rare moment when the devout, or even the reasonably devout, can take even a minute or two and turn off the noise. One second of being in a holy place is worth days and years of being on some made up red carpet. A flash of being in the Presence is cool running water to a parched soul.

Only necessity forces me to leave the season but necessity cannot take the season from me. There is much to do. There is much to understand. Yet I caught a glimpse and that was all I needed.