Lent
Lent is teaching me to re-order my loves.
In the stillness of morning, with the early birdsong, I realise that in the absence of that which I gravitate to, the absence of the thing that brings physical comfort, there is a deeper desire, a deeper love that wants to surface in my attentions. Beyond the aching of the familiar; there is a deeper longing that I can only truly meet in these present moments.
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