Part of the reason I embarked on the Praying Through Lent series was because I had an experience just prior to Ash Wednesday of feeling totally blocked. So I thought it might be good to undertake a shift; to try creating multi-layered abstract/formless images (because photography tends to be so form-based), and to try keeping my words to a minimum (personally, I think my columns tend to ramble on a bit, and I wanted to pare that down.)
So -- now that's over -- what am I left with? Well, eventually the frustrated artist in me decided to try painting. Results are mixed, but show some promise. It's surprisingly stressful -- rather like singing a solo; painting makes me feel very exposed and vulnerable. But it's good for me, I think. I promise not to subject you to too much of this stuff...
The frustrated Buddhist in me was frequently uncomfortable with the unabashedly Christian nature of this adventure -- not unlike one of my readers, who wrote me a note saying, "I can't say I've been a big fan of your Praying Through Lent series as I just don't seem to fit into the Christian mold; but your words and images have touched me nonetheless." It was easy, on some levels, to fall back into "the Christian mold," but I did find myself chafing a bit; the mold seems too small to contain the faith that has evolved over the years.
But the best part of Lent this year was sort of the flip side of that; re-connecting with people and beliefs and faith experiences from my past. It's been good to see that parts of my life that are no longer living at the surface of awareness are also not lost, but continue to serve as grounding elements for whoever it is I am becoming. And how fun is that, to understand -- at the ripe old age of 62 -- that I am still becoming! I don't know WHAT I'm becoming, but I have to say I'm enjoying the journey.