There are many ways to move through time. We can allow the calendar of the economy rule our lives, rushing from one sale to the next, spending our minutes in search of a great bargain. We can embrace the 24-hour news cycle as a way to mark time, always waiting for that next headline that might change everything. We can hitch our days to the current election cycle. We can live according to the calendars of exhaustion.
Here are some occasional encounters with the rhythms and rituals of the liturgical year. Here is one honest attempt at the practice of leaning into a cycle of seasons that offer an alternative to exhaustion and destruction. Here is such small hope.