There’s something deeply calming and grounding about observing the liturgical year.
We celebrate. And we rest. We reflect and lament. And celebrate. And then rest again for quite some time.
I love how the liturgical year gently beckons me to fall into this ancient rhythm of celebrating, reflecting, and resting. The liturgical year is quite unassuming. In fact, if I’m not paying attention, it can whisk right by, unnoticed. There have certainly been years like that.
I also like how the liturgical year asks me to be both present in my very real life, while also deeply reflective and aware of what my eyes cannot see– seeing beyond the temporal and lifting my eyes to my Creator.
We are on the cusp of another Lenten season, and I find myself surprised by how quickly this bout of ordinary time has flown by (isn’t that always the truth?!).