Wednesday, February 6, 2008

I wish I believed.

When I was little and catholic, my mother and I used to go to Ash Wednesday mass together. I don't remember anything about what it meant, or why it was so important.

I remember her pulling down the visor mirror in our mint green 1984 Honda though, touching up the ash mark on her face, wiping away the smudge.

I am trying so hard not to draw a conclusion from everything I think.

1 comment:

mary said...

remember, o man
that you are dust
and unto dust you shall return.

memento homo, quia pulvis es,
et in pulverim reventeris.