When I was very young, we spent winter and Spring in Peru. For Carnival there was what must have been a "baptized" pagan water festival. For three days I, at the age of 4, kept watch in our front yard with a bucket of water balloons. I was allowed, indeed expected, to throw them at any grownup who came by. All the grownups wore rain coats and carried umbrellas. Is that cool or what? I still smile at the memory. We had a walled garden and I remember lobbing water balloons over the wall into our neighbor's garden.
My growing up family wasn't all that devout. So Lent wasn't such a big deal. It's a pity, because that means Easter isn't such a big deal either.
I'm having surgery on both feet the second week of Lent, so that's going to be rather a major element this year. With any luck I'll have recovered enough to be able to spend Holy Week on the Gulf Coast with some rescue/follow-up/type thing.
Isn't that true! I was pretty darn good about advent prayers this last year. Of course it helped that my three year old loved them. I think children are innately drawn to ritual.
**I'm having surgery on both feet the second week of Lent, so that's going to be rather a major element this year. With any luck I'll have recovered enough to be able to spend Holy Week on the Gulf Coast with some rescue/follow-up/type thing.**
You will be in my prayers. What kind of surgery?