Dress in sackcloth and cover yourself with ash. Like one who removes makeup in front of a mirror, to be with bare skin. Like one who gets stripped of layers or clothes and is left exposed. In this time of ashes we insist on being able to see our unadorned truth. It’s not about mortifying myself, or about saying, “I’m worthless.” That would be ridiculous, and false. It is trying to see everything, the good and the bad. To look at myself, and know who I am. Accepting the limitation, recognizing talent and error. Discovering the cracks, to see if I have to do something about them. Trusting in that God who knows me better than I know myself. And being able to share this self that I am with others.