Ash Wednesday. It was good.
In the morning, I was heard, informed, encouraged, and supported at a supervision meeting with my Stephen Ministry group.
In the afternoon, I met with my spiritual director from whom I received affirmation and clarity on some issues often encountered in the growth process.
Midafternoon, after taking care of a couple of errands and tasks, I built a slow-burning fire in the fireplace. I pulled a chair close to it, held my dog, and read a while.
Ash Wednesday didn't beckon me to a church service this year, but I observed it in my own way at home. The ashes stayed among the burnt pieces of firewood and I felt fine with that.
Here are some photos I took while thinking about the first day of Lent.
The sun was shining, and bathed everything in a simple light.
BB
