There is noTh finishing this, but there is a beginning. We are at Passiontide again, the last two weeks of Lent. Again the altar is draped in red and the holy images covered over. I have been ill for the last few days. I took too too much upon myself.Now is the time of treating my body gently, not pressing myself and it's well into the night when a wise person should be in bed. Love is here, and so is the Passion of the Christ though the shape of it has changed. Monday morning I sat down to listen to the first reading and it was the story of Susanna and the Elders. The moment I know what it is, this is also the moment that I remember how long it is. Settling down to the length of this reading I settle down into the different feel of these two weeks that lead to Easter, or rather to the Triduum. Passiontide is and always had been, a time of storytelling and through storytelling, of initiation.
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