Today is Ash Wednesday. It is an occasion to wear signs of repentance. Outwardly. Not hidden underneath clothes or cramped up in a corner of your stomach. An ashen cross on the forehead, a brazen branding of the sonar. Without shame. The beauty of the day: it is a collective acknowledgment that we all have past wrongs that we must honor and (try) to do right by. The wrongs are public and private, interior or exterior, large and small. They include hurting the body with cigarettes, high school mean girls moments, or not telling our parents how much we love them everyday [Say it!]. Ash Wednesday inaugurates the season of Lent, an extended opportunity to surrender over something, anything.
Bill Evans is a soundtrack for this day. His sound is a productive sorrow. It is a model of repentance. Note the way he hunches over, never taking his eyes off the keys. The keys prop him up as much as he presses them down. It is a give and take with the instrument. He gives music all the time it wants and needs but is still gently present in it. Here's his foolish heart:
Make an offering,
ATV
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