We are 23 days into Lent.
I spent the night sleepless wandering in the desert. Needless to say, I had no dreams nor visions. Moses did not speak to me from the mountain. No one came to lead me out, not even God. The desert was very dry, no oasis in sight.
I did not panic. I journeyed from where I was, the best that I could. I remembered long time ago a classmate, new to the city, was crossing the street. Half way across, the DON’T WALK sign came on. She turned back, waited for the WALK sign and started again. Guess what? The same thing happened! We laughed about it but it was a huge lesson for me, though it took some time for me to realize it.
We cannot always start afresh. It is not always a good thing. We have to start from where we are now, scarred, with heavy baggage and all. And so, I did not fight my sleeplessness. I try to use the time to put a few things in order, to look at things differently. Then I just lay down, close my eyes. I let everything be.
I did the best I could. I put my hand over my heart and felt comforted.