This Lenten season, I took a bit of a social media hiatus (tell me you didn’t think I was just here shaking my head) to focus more intently on various important matters, including my writing. It was time well spent.
I celebrated my dear friend’s birthday and thoroughly enjoyed being in the presence of her, and her friends––none of whom I knew, because I simply love her. She’s my hermana. Spent time with yet another friend, caught up on life, and exchanged notes on the challenges of managing our creative pursuits and desires, while being wife and mother. She’s my homie.
Being more present during this time allowed me to reconnect with both friends in meaningful ways. Not being distracted while doing so was a refreshing change. Good conversation and time well spent with a few good friends is essential for the soul. No need for filters or preamble. No judgement. Connection in a real, no-holds barred kind of way.
At home, I had the opportunity to listen more patiently to my children. When my son called home to bargain with me––he would stay outside and play ball with his friends and not come straight home, then pick up his sisters and walk them home––”to give you more time to write, Mom”, I couldn’t refuse. I listened more to the unspoken words from all three of them, and sensed their need and appreciation for my full attention.
I sat right across my sweetheart … more often. Even when he wasn’t speaking directly to me, he was still present, needing my presence. Just knowing I was in the same space with him, undistracted and available should he need me, was all he needed, and I didn’t seem to mind.
And of course, I had more time to write. Yes!
This time of Lenten just happened to line up perfectly with my need for introspection and quiet reflection. Though I understand the importance of fasting and withdrawal, and a more turning inward of the soul, I generally do not “give up” any one physical item during Lent. I am also mindful, and respectful of, many others who do not recognize or take part in Lent, so I’ll leave you with “Lend Ten“. I believe it speaks more directly to the core of what’s important, beyond prescribed times and events on any religious calendar. (smh)
Lend me your ten
All I need
To do the handiwork you were called to do
That work which needs no assists
I just need to feel you
Stroking … me
You know what I’m talking about
Those pretty ten
‘Dem calloused, rough-hewn ten
Those still very useful
Stretch through those ten
With every bit of power, lady…
Lend me your ten
Let your energy soar
Through them ten
Fire breathes life from your fingertips
Burning deep into hollow places
Taking refuge where
Coals need stoking and
hearts need Ten…. ding
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