I am thinking about the dryness of the air, the dryness of my skin and the static clinging me to my coat, my scarf, my to do list.
I am thinking about so many thank you’s un-thanked and well-wishes un-wished. Dust undusted off the bureau and the curtains, papers unfiled here and there, in piles about the house. And Lent coming way too early, like a guest showing up before you’ve vacuumed.
I am thinking about the gift and the challenge of deciding, each day, each hour, each minute what needs attending to, where to focus one’s heart and hands, and how to use those crazy gifts of the spirit Paul assures us we have.
Come Holy Spirit and moisten my soul.
Let me be present to what is possible
and release into your care what is not.
Like the richest of salves, cover my hands and my heart
in this deep midwinter,
that I may be relieved from fear
and renovated for love’s sake.