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Yesterday started with Zoom Morning Prayer, a blessed weekly occurrence for me. Then travel guru Rick Steves interviewed Ernesto, my friend in Nicaragua, and me for his radio program. This kind of event is decidedly not a common occurrence. Neither is receiving the first post from a guest blogger. I have invited Violeta and Malcolm to reflect on the Lectionary with me during Lent.

By the time we arrived at the cabin for a walk in the dark, I was not surprised to feel my insides sparkling in anticipation of Ash Wednesday and beyond. Who knew that was possible? 

I sighed on seeing the candle she lit in the chapel while her beloved was with the doctor, alone. I know zillions—the list is too long—who are the Ones for their other halves. Surgeries, ICU stays, a straight-forward (as they say) procedure must be born on the outside of the four walls. Blessings on the healers who shepherd our dear Ones through and return them to us in one piece. For now.  

Now I know another reason we women prefer the terms “marida” or “marido” in Spanish to signify “a married one, female or male.” “Las esposas” are handcuffs. To think we esposas would ever tie up another’s wrists and agency.