I read this at the Taize service last night:

Lent is the time set aside for unraveling.
We human beings are strange creatures, full, it seems, of deep complexities, complexities which stem from layers and layers of memories, lade down within us like layers and layers of rock in the earth, layers and layers of stratified memories which then solidify and become dense and heavy within us.

These heavy layers of memory and history become such that they then govern who we are, they lock us into preconceptions and presuppositions, prejudices which determine our attitudes, our views of others, of the church, of our prospects, of what is going to happen as well as what is past. We become fearful, ungenerous people because we cannot escape from the layers of memory which calcify round our hearts.

Lent is a time for unraveling.
Sin derives from the fear of what will happen if your identity is undone.
Will you allow Christ to pull at the string and unravel your heart?

Melvyn Matthews Nearer than Breathing
(The photo is Kate’s)