Usually, not always but usually, I find myself drawn towards Moses taking off his shoes to walk on holy ground in Lent, this year it has been different. This year it has been dust. Why has dust so beguiled me this year?
For over 20 years I have begun Lent by marking the faithful with the sign of the cross in ash on their foreheads, for longer than that I have felt the sign traced on my own forehead as I knelt before the altar. This year the dust remains like never before.
As I am sure I don’t need to say, we all lead busy lives and this Lent is as hectic as most so in-between the mid-week service and a meeting with a CoS colleague last Wednesday I sighed and thought should really do a quick bit of dusting, only I didn’t. I ended up drawing crosses in it instead (I tried to take a photograph but there wasn’t enough dust for it to be clear, slightly better in black and white.)
The dust being cleared away for the Cross.
Is it too late to give up dusting for Lent and take up drawing crosses in all the dust I see?
Beauty from Chaos 
This is something I can meditate with. Thank you.