Think back on the beginning of the Lenten season. It was both dark and cold. If the environment was unforgiving, so was the near future. Being an observant catholic, I was to fast, abstain; I was to give things up, some which I was rightly or wrongly attached to . The mood was that of a penitent, full of lamenting, searching and seeking. I was waiting, lost and in need. It was my 40-days in the desert.