i am all pride
waiting for the fall
from the rotting limb on
which i have established
this moral high ground…
I’m wanting to do a thing for Lent – 45 minutes, one night a week, each week of Lent. A space, somewhere. Very simple, very low key.
I haven’t known whether i’ve had the headspace, or whether anyone wants to do it with me, or whether the space i want to do it in is available…
[I’m beginning to believe this is the year of the whispered ‘yes’, where everyone kind of says yes, but not in a voice that’s loud enough to quite be heard…]
But something in me wants to, so i’m giving myself a deadline [monday evening] to get all the things necessary to line up in a row. It would be called Relent.