Thursday, February 26, 2009
ashes, ashes (we all fall down.)
She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.—Jane Austen
Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name.—Cornelia Funke
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.—Annie Dillard
And now it is Lent, a name I always thought was funny as a kid. It was like having a season called “Borrowed.”
There must be some intriguing and brilliant metaphor about what is lent to us during this time before Easter, but I don’t have the mental stamina to puzzle it out. Fill in the blanks as you choose.
Lent always surprises me by coming earlier than I expect. When I can catch it in time, I try to give up something.