It is Fat Tuesday. Like a good girl, I ate pancakes and turkey sausage. (Not sure which part makes me good …) It was tasty, but I am glad it is done. Next up? Lent.
It has been years since I have chosen to fast for the Lenten season. I’m not particularly religious these days. I don’t attend a church regularly. I don’t hang out with a religious crowd. I prefer to get my God time out in nature or in the quiet of morning meditation. So, I hadn’t really even thought about denying myself anything for Lent while contemplating Jesus time of fasting, prayer and temptation in the desert. Until I heard on the radio that today was Fat Tuesday … and that means tomorrow is the start of Lent.
So, in honor of this most traditional of seasons, I have decided to fast from bread. Sandwich buns, rolls, pastries, pancakes, toast, crumpets, muffins … bread in all shapes and sizes. And each time I miss it (particularly at St Paddy’s when I will dearly crave that soda bread …) I will use the time to think about what real sacrifice is.
I know … left field, surprise blog attack after months of absence. Here’s the other part … I am going to write about it. Or at least about something … during each one of those 40 days.
Let’s see how it goes, eh?