Every day dawns as a good one for blogging, bike riding, and prayer*. If that seems an odd combination of activities to fit a “good day” bill, perhaps some explanation is in order. Never fear. This rhyme-enhancing writer has a three-point explanation at the ready.
- first, the blogging content that follows is new because I haven’t posted to RhymeLovingWriter in a good, long while
- second, that old saying about bike riding (being something you never forget how to do) was tickling my alliterative brain, and
- third, today, Ash Wednesday, represents a “big day” of prayer & celebration for Christians
Blogging at RhymeLovingWriter created a venue to share. Good times, rhyming, sad times, wonderings…all manner of ideas that bubbled up and out and over in the ways of daily life. It started with a whiz and a bang with ideas shooting off in many directions.
After a short few months and a brief attempt to focus and bring order (by deciding what type of post I’d write for which day of the week), the lags got longer and longer between posts.
After that life got busier, a bit more difficult and frequently demanding in whole new ways. Instead of rushing to the computer to rhyme, record and share, time spent itself in mourning.
Writing happened. Rhyming continued. But blogging, as a regular thing, came to an unplanned halt.
Often during the months away, an urge to return to blogging stirred my heart. Akin to a favorite tune or touch, the draw of pleasant memories of you tugged at me to get ‘back in the blogging swing’. Every poem ever posted or response received felt like we’d been building bridges between us.
I realized that our back and forth showed things we found in common – or not – either outcome served as blessing. Similarities affirmed the way we looked at life. Differences created opportunity to learn or see the perspective of another. We were learning – about each other. I was learning – about myself.
One of the first and nicest lessons learned since starting this blog was that the fact of reaching out helped alleviate feelings of being alone in my thinking. At times, reaching out felt difficult, but continued blogging forged and fostered precious new connections.
A second lesson learned brought a joyful surprise. My rhyming attempts held a hint of humor. People read the words and smiled – or laughed out loud – and shared this with me. It was sweet music to this budding author’s ear.
And by now, a return to blogging painted a pleasant, positive picture. But it had been so long. Did I still remember how?
Along with blogging, at this point bike riding (complete with accompanying adage) popped into my brain because…alliteration (blogging – bike).
Alliteration is perhaps my second favorite writing device (after rhyme).
When the words blogging and bike clicked, a ball started rolling. Could getting back in the blogging routine be like getting back on a bike? Once you’d learned it you’d always know how? It seemed like a fair bet to make, so up I climbed for the next ride on the RhymeLovingWriter “blogging bike”.
For readers who live in areas experiencing mild temperatures right now, bike riding provides a pleasant recreation. Contrast that with readers in the Midwestern USA, where I live. Lately snow-shoveling has become a near daily occurrence.
Right now my neighbors and I only daydream of warmer weather. Things like bike riding, fishing, gardening, or other springtime activities come to mind. Each of these activities make a good choice. (You’ll notice my bent for alliteration placed bike riding first on my list.)
The more curious among you may be thinking, “OK. Blogging. Bike riding. I get that. Now how in the world does that lead to prayer?”
Glad you asked.
The link to create this sweet binding of blogging, bike riding, and prayer turned out to be the ashes received this morning at Mass.
People experience prayer in different ways. Within defined faith traditions or under the general category of spirituality, there exists a wide variety of encounters classified as prayer.
For a Catholic Christian, the highest form of prayer and worship of God is the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, where we receive Jesus Christ, body, blood, soul & divinity in the Eucharist – described in the Catechism as “source and summit of our Christian faith“.
Mass on Ash Wednesday, marking the start of the Lenten season, presents a beautiful experience of prayer and reflection. It signals a time of examination and turning back to God, bringing our best self to share as gift to world.
One of the blessings God gifted me with is a joy in writing poetry. A second is the desire to share how much I love Him. And those two blessings joined right after Mass this morning to form the following reflection. I hope you find it pleasing…or thought provoking…or…you tell me.
Dust and Ashes
from dust I come
to dust, return
between sweet ashes
eternity, as promised,
holds a price
penance, offered free
in place of sin –
it greeds at me,
of head-strong want;
in lies of fallen
yet here, anew,
I’m promised hope;
a willing leash;
emancipate from graceless starts
my heart, to follow
~ ~ ~
What guides or encourages you to share your talents? Do you know what gets or keeps you moving forward, or reignites your interest after time away? Care to share what renews your spirit?
*Faulty parallelism is intentional – so I offer a mea culpa to writers who may have winced at its use.