Three weeks ago I was driving to yoga, and I realized what I wanted to fast from during Lent. Inspired by a friend (and past Lenten seasons), I already knew I wanted to at least consider giving up spending. And I was in a place where logging into Facebook was increasingly drawing me more towards comparison and less towards community. But something about giving it up felt incomplete.
Then somewhere before I turned left on Fannin I found peace with a fast that seemed like an authentic expression of the season – 40 days free of all but the most essential Internet (email) and shopping (food and gas). Before the commute was over, I realized why these resonated with me. I wanted to create space – for God, for myself, for Ben, for Leila. I want to create space in my schedule and my closet. Just identifying my Lenten fast helped me find space to breathe better.
The fact that the season overlaps with my yoga teacher training makes it feel that much more appropriate. I feel there is always a call from my yoga teachers to use my breath to create more space within my body.
This year has begun so crowded. Errands and paperwork and cooking and laundry and all of the rest of life continue to be there, but I am taking a season to not wait out the to-do-list but rather to create space within it.
The Advent before last I came to the epiphany that I need to create space without expectation. Over a year later, I am taking a season to actively practice that. If nothing grander than a deeper breath results, I think it will still be the most sacred Lenten experience of my life thus far.
To find the places where my breath catches, exhale and then breathe into that space more deeply.