Lenten Reflections #18
March 8, 2026
In our world that seems like it is set on an interminable spin cycle setting, I found solace in the variety of thoughts shared on Substack:
- THE I CAN’T BELIEVE MY STATS POSTS: “Last week I had 10 followers, today I just hit 450!” I mean…wow. I have had the same 11 followers for awhile, I had 12, but Dad is legally blind now and can’t read anymore or drive (which everyone with car keys should be thankful for…)
- THERE ARE THE LONG POSTS THAT ARE BRILLIANT AND RELATABLE: Permission to Chase Work you Love
- THERE ARE SHORT, DEEP THOUGHTS THAT HOOK: usually about mindfulness, anxiety, fluttering stomachs and clenched jaws. I connect immediately with these as I try to relax my jaw for a moment.
- THERE ARE JOINT CELEBRATIONS: Happy Women’s Day announcements – (”I am woman, hear me roar”). These draw me in because, well, I love a good celebration, especially when coupled with Helen Reddy lyrics.
- THE QUESTIONS GET ME TOO: Simple ones like: “Are you listening?”
- Finally, proclamations by genius-minded people like Anne Lamott just make sense:
So: I don’t know. I’ve told this story here before (what else is new?) but when my mom was getting sicker with Alzheimer’s, on top of diabetes, my panicky brothers and I spilled to an elder care nurse at our HMO our fear and confusions about her future, and our not knowing much of anything about what to do next.
She listened gently and then said, “How could you know?”
Say what?
How can we know what it means, and what to expect and what to do?
We can’t. But I do know that when we take the next right action, glimmers of insight follow.
We’ll read and listen to the voices we trust, and they will help guide us. – Anne Lamott
What I learned:
Writing your story matters. You matter.
Thanks for joining me.
I’m so glad you’re here,
Lucretia
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