Ashes to Ashes: Lent Begins

Before I dive into Catholicism, let me outline the goals, resources, and everything else for this immersion. Remember how I said I was going to use the scientific method to explore religion? Well, that is the system I plan to use in order to focus each immersion, while also giving you a clear understanding of what I’m doing. Here we go.

Question: What exactly do Catholics believe in? How do they practice their faith? What does it mean to live a Catholic life?

Research: I will seek out various articles about Catholicism and specifically Lent, as well as read from the following books: King James Version of The Bible, Catholic Customs and Traditions by Greg Dues, Catholicism All-In-One for Dummies by Consumer Dummies, Idiot’s Guides Catholicism by Julie Young, and The Hope of Lent: Daily Reflections from Pope Francis by Diane M. Houdek. I will visit The Art Institute of Chicago and look at various art pieces that depict Christian religious themes. I will regularly be checking the Twitter account for Pope Francis (@Pontifex) so I can see what he is saying during Lent. I will learn through surveys about other’s experiences with Catholicism. I will seek out information on the history of Lent, as well as general information about Catholicism. I have loose plans to interview a Catholic priest in late March or early April.

Hypothesis: This experience will help repair my view of Catholics and Catholicism. I will gain a deeper understanding of Catholicism that is free from bias.

Experiment: I will fast and abstain on Ash Wednesday and Good Friday, and abstain from meat (poultry, beef, pork, lamb, venison, etc.) during all the Fridays of Lent. I will attend mass and receive ashes on Ash Wednesday. I will attend all Sunday masses during Lent, as well as Easter Sunday at Old St. Patrick’s Church in Chicago. I plan to make ample time for prayer and religious study. During Lent I will (big goal) either prepare food at home regardless of method or eat in person at a restaurant, and (small goal) nothing I consume can fall under the category of fast food. I will also refrain from worshipping Pagan deities during Lent.


So, today is Ash Wednesday, the first day of Lent. Catholic guidelines are that today is a day of fasting, for those age 18 to 59, and abstinence. I recently spoke to the Director of Ministries at Old St. Patrick’s Church here in Chicago, and she told me that you are allowed to have one simple meal, or two smaller meals that would not exceed the amount you’d eat if you were only having one meal. Ultimately, this restriction of food is about living humbly. The Twitter account for Pope Francis posted today, “Fasting means knowing how to renounce vanities […], to get to what is essential. It means seeking the beauty of a simpler life.” During my phone call the Director also enlightened me to the fact that attending mass, and receiving ashes, is not a requirement of the Catholic Church, however attendance is extremely high on this day. Now I am paraphrasing, but she also explained that receiving the ashes was a way to not simply think of our mortality, but to focus our thoughts on where we’ve been and to look forward to where we are going as we progress towards union with God.

The Director also took the time to explain a brief history of Lent, that Confession, or the Sacrament of Reconciliation, can be a healing experience, and that Catholics view the Eucharist as not a symbol for the body of Christ, but as his literal body. I think the most profound thing she said to me was to be “generously receiving.” That when others at Old St. Pat’s might use terms I’m unfamiliar with, they are not doing so in an effort to deliberately exclude me. That, the feeling of exclusion from Catholicism, is actually a big drive to why I wanted to experience Catholicism in this manner.

When I was eleven I briefly attended a Catholic school. I’d been bullied at my public school, and thought I might find somewhere else free from that. What I instead found was that I felt the most ostracized and othered at Catholic school than I’d ever felt in my life. Some of the other girls in my grade learned I wasn’t Catholic, and staring down at my legs I hadn’t begun shaving yet, asked me “What religion are you?” with a tone suggesting that I was in some deep way very different from them. (That was the first time I felt ashamed of having hair on my legs.) When all of us students attended mass together I didn’t kneel and do the sign of the cross prior to sitting down. Apparently some of my classmates took issue with this and told the teacher about it. The teacher, knowing I was not Catholic, simply told me to do it from then on so the other kids would stop talking. Catholicism became this performative thing; this checklist of ways to fit in, but I never got the feeling of belonging. I was vaguely Christian at the time, but was of no particular denomination. I had grown up believing that there was a God and a Jesus and that Jesus had died and all of those things. But I had never gone to church, and I didn’t have any guidelines to follow in that belief. But because I wasn’t Catholic, I might as well have been an alien; or so it felt. In the end, the school and I weren’t a good fit for each other and I stopped attending midway through sixth grade. But the damage had been done. I went from being vaguely Christian to rejecting Christianity altogether. I didn’t feel welcome or loved, and if I wasn’t good enough as I was, then I didn’t need that belief system at all. (Cue “a chance to be blasphemous through” Patti Smith’s lyric “Jesus died for somebody sins, but not mine” in the song “Gloria.”)

I’ve gotten a few responses to my call for Catholics, current and former, to talk to me, and I see the same sentiments from them: a feeling of not belonging. One woman described how her faith “outgrew the Church” and how others “weren’t as open-minded.” She believes in the teachings of Jesus, but does not see him within “strict Catholicism” as she puts it. Another individual said that they grew up Catholic, so it was all they knew, but remarked how as they grew older it “felt so strange.” That individual is now an atheist.

So, when the Director of Ministries at Old St. Patrick’s said that people aren’t using terms to keep me out, I felt a hesitancy in my heart to believe her. But on the other hand, the Director herself had such a warm, friendly demeanor that is helping to soothe that doubt. She knows I am not Catholic, but still welcomed me to attend services at Old St. Pat’s, spoke to me for an hour on the phone the other day, and said that if I ever had any questions I was free to email her. I felt truly welcomed and accepted by a Catholic for, I believe, the first time in my entire life. Is she an example of what it truly means to be a Catholic? Have I finally experienced the love of Jesus by way of his follower? I really hope so. Another woman, Sarah, who responded to me about her faith, told me that she had explored converting from Catholicism to Lutheranism, but that she couldn’t “stray from [the] Christian teaching of Jesus as savior.”

Jesus is at the heart of Lent, as the Lenten season is a way to live and connect to Jesus’ 40 day fast in the desert where he was tempted by Satan. I haven’t done extensive research into that story yet, but I see the parallels of it to the practice of Lent. Believers deny themselves something as a way to get back to Jesus and turn away from sin. There is also a deep focus on prayer. Pope Francis, in his message for Lent this year, says, “Despite the sometimes tragic presence of evil in our lives, and in the life of the Church and the world, this opportunity to change our course expresses God’s unwavering will not to interrupt his dialogue of salvation with us.” I like this idea of prayer as dialogue with God. Less an asking for something or a speaking to the air.

Pope Francis also says, “I ask Mary Most Holy to pray that our Lenten celebration will open our hearts to hear God’s call to be reconciled to himself, […] and to be converted to an open and sincere dialogue with him.” Well, I openly and sincerely set upon myself to undo what I’ve learned about Catholicism and gain new knowledge about Jesus, and I would love God to teach me if he feels like talking.

Blanket sitting on bolster pillow in the foreground. Large piece of amethyst, bowls, and other items on two brightly colored, striped mats in the mid ground. White, fuzzy rug and crystal bowls in the background sitting in front of a light colored wall. This is all sitting on a wood floor.

New Moon Magic

Late Saturday night I saw a message on my Instagram from Juliet Levine (@journeyof juliet), a sound healer and reiki practitioner. I’ve attended two of her sound healing sessions at The Lab yoga studio, and she thought the event on Sunday, that she was co-leading with yoga and meditation teacher and ceremony guide Aryn Evans (@arynevans and @wildhuman.co), might be right up my alley. She was right!

The event was a new moon ceremony with notes of sound healing, yin yoga, meditation, reiki, and a cacao ceremony. Cacao is pronounced cuh-cow. No, it’s not what the fox says. It’s simply pure chocolate! But what the fox is a cacao ceremony? To be honest I’d only heard of it because of a scene in season five of the show Grace and Frankie. The episode was aptly titled The Ceremony.

Still from the show Grace and Frankie. Overhead image of four people sitting at a table that has cups, paper, and various other objects sitting on it.
Still from the Grace and Frankie episode,
The Ceremony.

Grace, at the prodding of her boyfriend Nick, joins Frankie and her love interest Leo in a cacao ceremony. The four gather together in Leo’s yurt and are instructed, by Leo, to write out intentions for their lives. If you’ve seen the show, you know that the reluctant Grace soon creates tension and has an argument with Frankie, and so the rest of the show continues.

Cacao ceremonies come from Central and South America where cacao is grown. Essentially, you gather in a group and drink a cup of chocolate. The cacao, pure chocolate before it has been processed and sweetened for the chocolate and cocoa products most of us are familiar with, can be used as a plant medicine. And in this way, in ceremonial contexts, it has been used to bring wisdom and open the heart. In Grace and Frankie, Frankie, the free spirit of the show, did the ceremony because she was searching for meaning. In the description of the event I attended the ceremonial grade cacao was described as a “powerful antioxidant for the body, and a transformative plant medicine that […] improves blood flow and circulation, and aids in moving stagnant energy in the body.” Is all that true? I’m not sure. But a thing I know about magic is that if you enter into it with doubt then you are certainly doomed to fail. So I purchased a ticket for the event with hope in my heart that I would be moved and transformed and that the places within me where I feel stuck would be opened.


Sunday morning came. The event was going to take place in a room in the Flat Iron Arts Building in Wicker Park/Bucktown at noon. In Juliet’s sound healing sessions she typically has attendees say out loud what we wish to let go of and call in. I followed that same formula to figure out what I most wanted out of the event, and recited that intention to myself all morning.

I wanted to breathe out the fear of the unknown, and breathe in the joy and excitement of new experiences.

The event started with all participants settling in on yoga mats that faced towards the center of the room. We all introduced ourselves and what brought us there. Then we began. What followed was two hours of mostly visualization, meditation, a lot of lying down, and a little bit of yoga. Near the beginning we sat up straight, closed our eyes, and visualized that white light and energy was entering through the top of our heads and that roots were extending from our seats into the Earth. Then we were instructed to let go of all that no longer serves us, and to see it dropping down. I saw in my mind a glass of clear water with dirt in it. All of the dirt was slowly, peacefully, drifting down to settle at the bottom of the glass. Later, during the sound healing and reiki sections, I kept visualizing black coffee when creamer is poured into it. I saw a deep blackness and slowly, delicate strings of cream and light extended down over my vision and swirled about; chasing out the darkness.

The cacao part of the ceremony wasn’t as hippie dippie as you might expect, either. It had a little moment, admittedly, as we were supposed to hold each cup as it was passed around the circle to it’s intended recipient, and focus our love into the cup. We all received a cup full of love, cacao, a little bit of cayenne, and something else I can’t remember. We all took a sip together. It was definitely bitter, and needed some of the honey that was passed around soon after. Whether by cautiousness or design, I didn’t add enough honey to cut all of the bitterness, but it felt more authentic that way. Life, and love, can be bitter.

The lessons I received were my biggest takeaways, though. Aryn, the woman who prepared the cacao, had told us that everything, Mercury retrograde and the new moon in Pisces, were all about new beginnings and fresh starts. She told us that the universe supports us, and that this was a good time to try new things and start creative projects. This week I begin my immersion into religion, so I really felt that part. After things wrapped up Aryn gave us the opportunity to pull cards from her The Wild Unknown Animal Spirit deck. I pulled the Dragonfly and the Crow. (If things like astrology, tarot, animal affinities, and the like aren’t your thing, feel free to jump out at this point.)

Black and white image of a deck of cards, and overturned card with an illustration of a crow with the word "Crow," and a hand holding a book open to a page with an illustration of a dragonfly with the word "Dragonfly" under it. The cards are Animal Spirit, tarot like cards.
My Crow card and the guidebook open to the Dragonfly page.

The first card I pulled was the Dragonfly, which is described in the accompanying guidebook, by Kim Krans, as a “master of light, illusion, and the mind.” “The Dragonfly is a symbol of the mind—as it is always moving, shifting, shimmering, and changing. When the Dragonfly card appears, it’s worth considering the quality of your mind and perception. […] The Dragonfly reminds us to calm the mind so the light of wisdom can shine through” (Krans 163). The Crow, which was my second card, is described as “spiritually strong, creative, [and] watchful.” “Those with Crow tendencies must balance their life with a healthy diet, joyful friends, and regular self-study” (Krans 159). Both of these creatures fall under Air, which is typically associated with thought, so it makes sense that both of these deal with the mind. I found it extremely moving that the cards picked up on the head space that I was in; I entered this week, and the event, with a lot of things churning in my mind. I wanted to shift from fearful to joyous and excited when encountering new things. I am preparing myself, with a large dose of apprehension mind you, to experience Lent as a Catholic. So these cards nailed my emotional world perfectly. It’s described in the guidebook that to bring Dragonfly into balance I need to “focus on the breath” (Krans 163). This month I have been attending yoga classes at the The Lab. (My first foray into yoga.) For those unfamiliar with yoga, there is an emphasis on the breath; poses are held for a certain number of breaths, and in one restorative yoga class I was taught about ujjayi breathing. Ujjayi breath, referred to as “victorious breath” or “oceanic breath,” is a way of breathing that increases oxygen in your blood, and according to my one teacher, helps unblock your throat chakra. (Read more on ujjayi breath here.) As for Crow, I need to engage in a “daily meditation practice” to bring that into balance (Krans 159). I’m not doing that yet, but I have been trying to meditate more as I’ve always found peace and light through that practice. So it seems that even when it comes to my physical life, the cards nailed it.

The whole experience of the cacao ceremony on the new moon during Mercury retrograde with the yoga, sound healing, meditation, and the cards I pulled was extremely powerful and impactful to me. I could feel the energy propelling me forward. And my heart felt full of support and love from the universe as this spiritual journey of mine finally becomes real this week.

If you’ve made it this far, I wish you love, healing, and peace as you take on new challenges and encounter new possibilities in all the areas of your life. Love and light. Namaste.

How Many Paths to the Mountaintop?

Religion is a deeply personal pursuit. No duh. But, in all seriousness, turn to someone right now and ask them what religion they are and why. The tone of the moment immediately shifts. People get uncomfortable and guarded when the subject of religion and their own personal beliefs comes up. I asked a Christian friend of mine recently why he believed his religion was correct, and he replied, “that’s the answer I can’t give logically. I believe what I believe because I choose to.” And that’s the crux of the whole thing, isn’t it? Religion isn’t about logic. It’s about trust and emotion. Both of which can be extremely fickle and fleeting. They are also very hard to explain, and must simply be felt.

That is where I find myself: in a place of supreme feeling. I feel my way around religions like a person searching for the light switch in a dark room. I realize now that I wasn’t simply interested in ancient Egypt as a child, but rather in the Gods, Goddesses, and the belief system in general. Then I learned about the Roman and Greek pantheon of deities, and those stories filled my heart with the heat of curiosity. Hell, when I rejected Christianity at age eleven I tried to invent my own religion. What did I feel to be true? Of all the stories and paths I had been exposed to up to that point, was there anything that seemed correct? In the end, my own personal little faith ended up being fairly Pagan; though I wouldn’t realize that until I was fourteen and introduced to Wicca by a female friend who had been a practicing witch off and on for a while and was keen to start a coven. But where am I going with this again? Right. Faith is a feeling. Sometimes it is a feeling you are given by a loved one, and other times it is one that you stumble upon.

In preparation of this little self guided project of mine, which I am trying to explain to you in probably far too many words, I started rereading Life of Pi by Yann Martel. “But Abbey,” you say. “Why would you read a work of fiction when you want to think about religion?” I answer with another question: Wouldn’t an atheist call the Bible, Quran, Vedas, or any other such religious text a work of fiction? Absolutely they would! So, in my effort to focus my thoughts so I wouldn’t ramble (too much), I looked to the character of Pi and his many religions. (Do we remember what Pi’s three religions were? This will be on the quiz.) He is a practicing Hindu, Catholic, and Muslim. He says, “We are all born like Catholics, aren’t we—in limbo, without religion, until some figure introduces us to God” (Martel p.47)? This is the part of the book where Pi tells us how he picked up his three faiths. His Aunt gave him Hinduism, a kind priest in a small church gave him Catholicism, and a humble baker gave him Islam. He explains how his “heart commands” him to be a believer of Hinduism (Martel p.48). It was the flawed and broken humanity of Jesus Christ that pulled him to Catholicism. And I would wager that it was the quiet simplicity of Islam that made Pi a Muslim. All this is to say that Pi felt these faiths to be true. When he is questioned by a pandit, a priest, an imam, and his parents about his faiths, prodded to decide on only one, he replies, “Bapu Gandhi said, ‘All religions are true.’ I just want to love God” (Martel p.69).

I find myself kin to Pi in that I do a bit of feeling myself. I consider myself an eclectic Pagan. My patron deities are Greek, I find joy in Celtic traditions, and I fold Zen Buddhism into the places I still feel restless. I always allow space for my heart to be stirred by some truth I have yet to know. The Zen Buddhism bit came to me in an Eastern philosophy class for example. And so this meandering leads us to the point. This year I decided that not only do I want to be a better Pagan, I want to gain a deeper, more meaningful understanding of the religions of the world. How am I planning to do that? Being a better Pagan is the easy part. I am keeping better track of the phases of the moon and I wrote down holidays on a calendar so I’m not surprised by them as I typically am. But learning about the religions of the world?

Let me describe my plan as concisely as possible. I aim to immerse myself in various religions, one at a time, as I celebrate a holiday or event. I believe holidays are a fantastic way to get acquainted with a religion. They are little snapshots where you can see the influences of certain regions the faith has travelled to, and where you can find core tenets nestled under ribbons or mingling with overflowing bowls of scrumptious delicacies. Jews, for instance, eat foods fried in oil during Chanukah as a way to live and connect to the miracle of oil that the holiday is fixed upon. Now, I could, and will, read religious texts and books by practitioners on the how and why of being a particular faith. But faith is a feeling, remember? And the only way to truly feel a thing is to experience it. So, with earnest curiosity and sincere respect, I will be living and breathing these religions to the best of my ability. To put it another way, I will explore religion by way of the scientific method; question, research, hypothesis, experiment, observation/analysis, and conclusion. There are several questions I have. What exactly have people believed through time, and how have they done so? Why do people believe what they do? For research I will read the religious texts and various other books or articles as well as, hopefully, speaking to current practitioners of the faith. I will define my hypothesis as what I aim to get out of the experience of that faith; mostly I seek to dispel any preconceived notions I may have. For the experiment aspect I will be observing the particular holiday as accurately and piously as possible. The observation and analysis portion will be in the form of these posts that you will have the joy or displeasure of being subjected to from time to time. As for the conclusion? I, honest to God, haven’t figured out what that will look like yet.

Why this? Why now? This spiritual journey, as I’ve been referring to it privately as, is something I’ve thought of doing for a few years now. I had seen something mentioning the holy month of Ramadan, and I realized I didn’t know specifically what it was or why it was celebrated so I decided to look it up. I learned that not only was it a way to devote oneself to God, but that it allowed Muslims to place themselves in the shoes of those who are less fortunate. Namely, through fasting, Muslims can directly experience what it is like for people who have not. This practical way of understanding something sounded so beautiful to me. I instantly felt the desire to participate. I began thinking that some day I would prepare myself, and fast along with the Muslims of the world. Then I thought of all the other religions and how if I took part in their holidays, felt what their believers felt, even for a little while, I would understand those faiths far better than if I were to just read about them in a book. And so that was the genesis of this little undertaking of mine. But why this year? Around November of 2019 I felt a surge of momentum to make 2020 the year I take my health and wellness seriously. Naturally, my spiritual wellness is a large part of that. And so, as of this year, I will be starting with the Abrahamic religions; Islam, Judaism, and Christianity. Firstly, I will be observing Lent which begins on February 26th. I will be doing so as a Catholic.

World Interfaith Harmony Week

Did you know that there was a World Interfaith Harmony Week (WIHW)? I just discovered it myself. Apparently it is this week every year.

In 2010, the king of Jordan proposed World Interfaith Harmony Week to the United Nations General Assembly “to further broaden his goals of faith-driven world harmony.” The General Assembly unanimously adopted it as a UN Observance Event.

From the official World Interfaith Harmony Week site, this week is:

a call to respect our differences and personal beliefs and to unite around the basic principles that people of all beliefs agree upon and to understand that harmony can only come if we build upon a solid foundation of dialogue that has “Love of God and love of the neighbor or, love of Good and love of the neighbor” as its core principle for engagement.

I find that quite lovely; that all faiths and beliefs share a common similarity: love and goodness. Will you celebrate?