It's possible that Ash Wednesday might be the most honest day of the year.
The dirt and poverty of ashes finally aligns with much of the poverty I live with; but am too distracted to admit. So on this day I wear my truth.
It feels good. It feels freeing ... this, being honest.
It's not obvious, but poverty is not a 'bad' thing ... it's just a common state of deadness or unawakeness. Much of the day I live without awareness of union. In such a state one could never entertain such love as "I and the Father are One." And living without that, well, that's poverty, And it's a pretty natural occurrence, in fact, it's almost synonymous with being human.
The story goes that for believers in many countries, this ritual is the most attended event in the church year. Maybe because of it's deep resonance with our soul journey.
living without, and waiting for the tide to come in,
Dave
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