No Facebook. No email. No Words with Friends.
For ten days I will fast from electronic community. Sound grim? It isn’t.
I’ll be in Florida for ten days with my guy. My agenda is to think my own thoughts and take in the thoughts of others through books and conversations.
And, maybe most huge of all, I seek to surrender myself to sun and wind and bare feet and water and space.
Somehow life (once again) got to be a race. The “terror of abundance” that is my life is too much temptation for the likes of me. I get to do so many things I enjoy and believe in. The work with United Methodists for Marriage Equality is picking up, church is rich and hopping, and the faith communities of Richfield and Bloomington are starting to meet to figure out how we can be of some use to our respective communities.
There is so much to be done!
And, the land of my soul is needing a mini-Jubilee: a time to lie fallow.
It seems a fitting way to enter Lent. I’m not “giving up” anything (unless it is a compulsive need to busy too much). Instead, I seek to add a dimension to my life sorely lacking. Space savored in the sun. Space as spiritual discipline. Space through which I can listen to the Holy woven into the song of seagull and sea.
If all goes well, I might get used to it.