I don’t know what today held for you, but I imagine it was a mix of things.

I mean… Valentine’s Day + Ash Wednesday

A both/and if there ever was one.

Tonight the ashes of last year’s Palm Sunday palm fronds were smudged onto my forehead, the mark of the cross, a reminder of dust, of devastation, of death.

There’s so much that has shifted since this time last year, so much loss, so much to grieve, so much that died. You don’t have to look far to find ruins, to see the smoke billowing, to find so...