“The secret things belong to the LORD our God, but the things revealed belong to us and to our sons forever, that we may observe all the words of this law."
Deuteronomy 29:29
(Readings for the Liturgy of the Hours at Mount St. Scholastica Lent 2010)
The season of Lent can be described as the Springtime of the Soul; or the chrysalis that wraps the heart, before a beautiful butterfly unfolds its wings.
So just before Ash Wednesday; I took a look at my Life and decided to clean out the clutter. I thought I would open the draws and reach up high on the cupboards throw out the dusty things that just take up place, and that I have absolutely no use for!
Well it turned out, that all the clutter was out in the open; dusted, freshly polished and ready to use, actually in use!
Yes, Lent is a time of self denial, self sacrifice, lamenting; meditation instead of clutter.
It was hard to realise that all of this stuff existed and that it took up precious time and effort that could be directed in something worthwhile. So I took a swallow of my own concoction; of course I had to pinch my nose and throw my head back, but I HAD to!
"...the chrysalis stage in most butterflies is one in which there is little movement. However, some butterfly pupae are capable of moving the abdominal segments to produce sounds to scare away potential predators."
(Wikipedia)
It's the fourth week of the Season, and the above quote is true. With getting rid of all the time consuming BALDERDASH!
OH MY WORD!
Honestly I thought that this would be a quiet time, six weeks of stillness, six weeks of closing my eyes and (breath in breath out).
Every time I close my eyes I hear noise, it does not stop. Every minute that I filled with claptrap, hid potholes in my Soul. I feel the noise, the brokenness, that lies there fermenting like pineapple beer. The stink, the vile flavour that I have to ALSO pinch my nose and swallow.
The noise, the brokenness is not only my pain; it is the pain that I have caused.
It is my pineapples that I have cut and peeled and slowly fermented under my kitchen sink and forced people and myself to drink.
But it is also the noise that scares me from doing this again, the sound that wards off my Soul, and welcomes a God of Light and Love.
"This is what has been revealed to me and now it is mine, I do not want it to belong to my sons, but I will observe what You have shown me"
Love and Light
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