[There’s] hardly a sin I can think of that isn’t somehow born of misperceived need, of haste and its accompanying inattentiveness, of some feverish variation once more of Hurry up and matter! Being true—ringing true—will have to involve a slow work of recognition and resistance to that mad and nervy, deluding spirit. To begin to be true is to try to choose—or risk choosing—presence over progress, really showing up, and taking the time to wonder what we’re really up to, what we’re doing and why.
-- David Dark, Life's Too Short To Pretend You're Not Religious
I am working on something different for Lent this year.
Sometimes I feel like I am a skimmer, a purveyor of variety and breadth, Affection for variety and breadth may be one of my beauties or strengths. But, with every strength, an inherent weakness is also often embedded therein. At times, I feel shallow; without depth...because of all the range. This may not necessarily be bad or good, but I do sense a desire to go more deeply into something; to experience the beauty and strength of...focus and depth. I am watching for signals of what this might mean for me, in the next few weeks. Where, for example, this may lead me. In some way, whatever this is, it feels like David Dark is describing some of it for me.
