Something about quilting this little quilt . . . very relaxing. The little animals passing by my needle. The red thread. The developing patterns. Thinking about the collaboration with Joanne, who pieced it.
Lent. We are here. I am admiring my friends who are developing a practice, who have a plan. I'm still trying to figure it out. I thought I wanted to use "Women Rowing North" as a base, but in my re-reading I feel as if I am getting from the book exactly what I should without further thinking or discussion.
A young couple are using the Mennonite cookbook "More With Less" as their Lenten devotion, trying the recipes. That feels attractive, but in many ways I feel as if I've already lived that. My copy looks well used. I will look over the recipes again, though.
A group at church is studying the Enneagram and how it relates to spiritual practice. That didn't feel attractive to me because I've studied and taught it so often. I need something more, something that will stretch me.
So, here I am. Still trying to figure it out. Feeling a little stressed because Lent has already begun and I am floundering and I so need something to study.
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