Most of life is spent curled; Caught in the wild and desperate places, Straddling between two worlds; Satisfied and striving, for more space, The here-and-now and the not-yet-inspired. Being enough and constantly unlaced.
Lent is the practice of sacrifice (going without) and remembrance. I am giving up chocolate this year and will try to write a poem in my new βLent Collectionβ each day. Enjoy!