Limbo Time
Everything in life has its own time. There is time to celebrate and there is time to mourn. This is the time for reflection and transformation. Let us look within and change into what we ought to be. -- Aaron Saul
Yesterday I had coffee with my oldest friend. We have known each other since we were both toddlers and I stole her book from a bookstore where our mothers were likely attempting sanity by getting out of the houses with toddlers.
We met on Ash Wednesday and talked about limbo, about the darkness of this time of year and of how to make goals to both grow and better ourselves in the months and years to come.
How fitting for the start of Lent.
Christian traditions, families, individuals on journeys of their own, celebrate this sacred time of waiting differently. I hope to allow limbo to be a gravitational pull toward action. I have always looked forward to the Lenten season as a time to re-boot, to re-set and shake away the complacency.
I would like to be a friend who knows a re-do is possible, that connection and support is healing to the soul. I hope to be a mother who allows change to be real and lasting. And to be a wife who understands how important it is to let go of grudges.
Over coffee we talked about an idea my friend has for a podcast all about the limbo time. The time between bus and dinner, or after nap and before bed with younger ones. The time of day caregivers are zapped, working parents enter into chaos and kids feel their ability to hold it together after big days, vanishing into fights with siblings and slammed doors.
My hope is to turn to prayer, for energy. To take a deep breath and allow the light of hope shed a warm glow on this gloomy time of year. To use my hunger to read scripture and be fed.
Lent comes at a time that is like 4pm. A season of limbo, slush after snow and mud before bloom. We are drained, weary, hungry and discontent.
I would always love to hear how you, or your families use this time OR get through this time of year, regardless of your tradition it is of deep interest to me, wishing you peace, the light of hope & the power of transformation in this time of waiting.
Yesterday I had coffee with my oldest friend. We have known each other since we were both toddlers and I stole her book from a bookstore where our mothers were likely attempting sanity by getting out of the houses with toddlers.
We met on Ash Wednesday and talked about limbo, about the darkness of this time of year and of how to make goals to both grow and better ourselves in the months and years to come.
How fitting for the start of Lent.
Christian traditions, families, individuals on journeys of their own, celebrate this sacred time of waiting differently. I hope to allow limbo to be a gravitational pull toward action. I have always looked forward to the Lenten season as a time to re-boot, to re-set and shake away the complacency.
I would like to be a friend who knows a re-do is possible, that connection and support is healing to the soul. I hope to be a mother who allows change to be real and lasting. And to be a wife who understands how important it is to let go of grudges.
Over coffee we talked about an idea my friend has for a podcast all about the limbo time. The time between bus and dinner, or after nap and before bed with younger ones. The time of day caregivers are zapped, working parents enter into chaos and kids feel their ability to hold it together after big days, vanishing into fights with siblings and slammed doors.
My hope is to turn to prayer, for energy. To take a deep breath and allow the light of hope shed a warm glow on this gloomy time of year. To use my hunger to read scripture and be fed.
Lent comes at a time that is like 4pm. A season of limbo, slush after snow and mud before bloom. We are drained, weary, hungry and discontent.
I would always love to hear how you, or your families use this time OR get through this time of year, regardless of your tradition it is of deep interest to me, wishing you peace, the light of hope & the power of transformation in this time of waiting.
First day of Lent 2011, baby Lucy |
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