Fasting...

I haven't practiced the observance of Lent for more years than I can remember. This year, however, this season of fasting, reflection and prayer, my spirit is guiding me to pay attention. I think back to what Lent meant to me when I was young - Ash Wednesday, walking around trying to pretend that I didn't have a big ashy smudge on my forehead. Meatless Fridays, lunch consisting of a tuna sandwich, a cheese pizza, gorton's fish sticks for dinner. Searching my mind for something that I could 'give up' during the 40 long days between Fat Tuesday and Easter Sunday. Candy, TV one night a week, and as I got older perhaps saving the indulgence of cocktails for the weekend, or possibly ending the 40 days a few pounds lighter by denying myself between meal snacks, dessert.

In this juncture of my life I rarely find the time for church. The season of Lent, just another 40 days in the course of my year. I'm not proud of the fact that my life has led me away from the church-going practice of my childhood, but neither do I feel regret or remorse. I'm not lacking spiritually - prayer, my faith being my constant companion, comfort. This this year though, this season, it's different somehow. I can't ignore what my heart is telling me to do, what to give up, what to celebrate.

Although I didn't attend church service yesterday, no dark and dusty blotch applied to my forehead, I do plan to observe and honor the spirit of Lent. The season of giving up, letting go, going without in order to receive abundance at the end of a journey. And the task before me, for me personally, will take self control, prayer, strength of will. At the end of these 40 days I hope to be looking ahead for once, and not looking behind.

I hope to end this period of fasting and reflection with a strengthened spirit, a renewed sense of faith, peace and perspective. This is a season I will celebrate in daily personal practice, no succumbing to weekend church schedules. I won't be denying myself sausage on my Friday night pizza, although during Lent (and just about any other time of the year) Friday night fish fries are on my radar. My challenge, what I'm planning to 'give up' is baggage. Baggage that I wear in an emotional backpack 24-7. It's heavy. I'm sick of carrying it. Its contents plague my thoughts each and every day. But yet it's always there.

This morning as I write, in my mind I'm removing the backpack from my shoulders. Setting it on the floor. Challenging myself to leave it there, not pick it up. To allow myself to feel the lightness of my shoulders, no longer bearing the burden of that clunky bag of shit. And maybe, with the aid of prayer, meditation, filling my time with meaningful distractions, I might just find at the end of these 40 days that I simply forgot that I ever owned that backpack. Let it go missing. It was something I never wanted in the first place.

Then I will be at peace.

Maybe not 10 pounds lighter, but celebrating my spirit...

weightless, free.

-t.

the photo is the bike path i travel in warmer days. snow covered. cold. the borders undefinable. in 40 days the path will be clear. it's twists, turns, ups and downs visible and ready to enjoy.

in the springtime. when everything is new.

tuesday...

i miss writing

i miss order in my home

i miss knowing what's in the drawers of my refrigerator

i swear i've been wearing the same 4 outfits over and over

for at least a month now

i'm sorry i haven't kept up

life is crazy

good, but crazy

busy times at work

weekends that don't let up

but life is good

despite the news which i block out

choosing instead to fill my home with stories

read to me as i begin and end my days

or classical music

notes written and played

for kings, queens and legends

as i prepare our evening meals

i thrive on a fast pace

new challenges, changes in direction

but none the less

i'm longing

for time...

to write

to share

to dream

with you

you

who are just as busy as me

lives lived in a flurry

you, me

we

-t.

here is a photo i took of figaro a few weeks ago

my little blogging buddy

i miss him too

Art...an expression of what is beautiful

Honestly, this has been the coolest week ever. Back at the beginning of the school year I began working with our district art teachers in planning for our second annual student art show. In celebration of National Art Month, the library was the proud host for this auspicious event. And this year we were even luckier in that the student awards presentations also took place at the library.

Over the last three nights the library welcomed nearly 800 moms, dads, kids, teenagers, grandmas, grandpas, aunts, uncles, friends, to view the creations of the talented young people who live in our community. Punch and cookies were served. Students posed proudly with their artwork as parents captured the jubilant moment with a flash of the camera. The press was there covering what would the next day become a front page story.

This was indeed news - a celebration of education, talent, teachers, families, the importance of the public library in the life of a community. I'm humbled and honored to have had a part in bringing this all together. Just looking over the crowd...students posing for a picture with their favorite teacher, parents after a long work day making sure to be there, with their kids. And I'll bet that for most it was the best part of their day, their week. I know it was for me.

Despite the news we're constantly being inundated with, there are so many good things happening in our lives, our communities. There are so many causes to celebrate. This week we celebrate the students in our town. This is news. This is the headline.

800 people coming out to the public library on a Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday night. Brutal winter weather. Icy roads. Long work days. Busy lives. But never too busy to pass up a moment to applaud our children, our teachers...the artistic masterpiece of life. I write this early in the morning while listening to Pachelbel's Cannon in D. I'm just feeling so blessed, so proud to do what I do. What a moment, what a week.

-t.

"Every child is an artist.

The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up."

Pablo Picasso

p.s...the student artwork is on display at Wauconda Area Library through March 6. come on out, grab a cup of coffee, and take in the art. it'll make you smile.

perfect, just us...

we've only just begun to live

white lace and promises

a kiss for luck and we're on our way

and yes we've just begun

before the rising sun we fly

so many roads to choose

we start our walking and learn to run

and yes we've just begun

sharing horizons that are new to us

watching the signs along the way

talking it over just the two of us

working together day to day

together

and when the evening comes we smile

so much of life ahead

we'll find a place where there's room to grow

and yes, we've just begun.

"you'll go down the tubes!" my dad said worried, holding his head

"you made your bed, and now you'll be eating it." my grandpa whispered

to me in the receiving line at the church.

"for better or worse, for richer for poorer, in good times and in bad"

we promised to each other

you in that tacky blue tux, me in my borrowed dress

we didn't go down the tubes, although we have ridden some storms

from the eye of the hurricane we've held on tight

to each other, our life together, our family and our love

31 years ago today

we've only just begun

dance with me

i want to be your partner...forever

-t.

we've only just begun by the carpenters

a song from our wedding day

Release...

i think i get it now

what an exorbitant amount of time i've spent

precious days wasted

copious hours lost in frustration

building a wall brick by invisible brick

if only i'd understood the true nature of forgiveness

it's an act, a verb

which brings forth a physical reaction

when the mind and the body connect and agree to let go

forgiveness is not something you say

it's something you do

and only in doing

can things be undone

-t.

life expanded...

life is just too big to get a hold of right now

like a balloon growing larger by the moment

i chase after it reaching for the string

knowing if i can just grab hold then i'll be in control

my fingers brush the surface

enough to create that funny squawky balloon sound

but the string slips from my grasp

teasing, taunting, begging to be caught

i'm determined to make it mine

tie it down to keep it from floating away

i know i can catch it

by running just a bit faster i'll have it in my grip

and i won't have to run anymore

the chase will be over

life will have maintained a size

that fits easily into the palm of my hand

-t.

One day in the middle of a week...

Wednesday...

from the start, a pretty good day

everything going well... typical I guess

my daily trip to the gym

watching my Ella Starr at her swim lesson

my wild, wonderful Ella

living her little life largely with reckless abandon

peeking in on my Tyler Bean in his preschool class

stealing an unscheduled hug

day progressing...work

plans for the upcoming programming season filled in on my calendar in ink

just going through a regular day

tonight a meeting...time spent with a woman I so admire

a woman whose daughter suffers young with cancer

invasive, devastating, defeating

those of us who know her well share words of comfort and hope

touching bases with my son

inquiring about a cold he's been sacked with

tensions he's under with school, sports

home...hubby waiting with a hug and a smile

and news

a neighbor dear to us wrestles with illness that threatens his life

one of my son's high school team mates

age 20 at best

is living his last days

his battle with cancer ending in defeat

me...sitting with my husband

quiet, sad, shocked, stunned

us, blessed

that we have each other to hold onto

when life makes us smile

providing the promise of each other

for when tears speak the words that our hearts cry out

me, vowing yet again

to never take any of it for granted

ever.

be gentle, look up, reach out

-t.