As I write this, we are just a week into
Lent. Oddly, sometimes it feels like we are into our second year
of Lent, as we still live with a degree of restraint and
enforced quiet contemplation of some kind.
A poem by Donna Ashworth has been circulating through social
media lately, depicting where we’re at these days. She writes:
“You’re not imagining it, nobody seems to want to talk right
Messages are brief and replies late.
Talk of catch-ups on Zoom are perpetually put on hold.
Group chats are no longer pinging all night long.
It’s not you.
We are spent.
We have nothing left to say.
We are tired of saying ‘I miss you’ and ‘I can’t wait for this
So we mostly say nothing, put our heads down and get through
each day ...“