I read somewhere, shortly before Lent, that sometimes repentance is doing the opposite of whatever you do to hide.
Now...I am certainly a hider. I like privacy and dark and secrets. The invisible. The impossible. The not-yet.
And here I am writing myself, explicitly creating exposure.
So what is it in this moment of collective hiding that makes me unable to conceal?
Or unwilling?
From what am I turning around?
