Dear Benedict,
Any week can be holy if we let it…
I begin wandering again this week. The winter is over, even with snow forecast. We have passed the Spring Equinox. The geese are going the other way. A lot of other avian migrants have recently arrived. Lapwings make a display of themselves in the fields.
I’m taking Bambi a few miles down the road to see the view. Derbyshire is full of them. Every bush is burning.
The bin men have been, so we’re officially emptied again. The Cross-Wise Way is a way of frequent restarts. A new notebook and a sharpened pencil. Begin again at chapter 1. Some of us never get any further.
Holy Monday is a day for resting your voice after all the shouting and yelling of yesterday. You may need it again later in the week.
Holy Tuesday and Wednesday are days of pondering big questions. Why the fig tree is not fruiting, why a poor woman is putting her life savings in the offertory plate. Why oh Why? There will be other questions later in the week.
Maundy Thursday is a day for washing and plotting.
Good Friday is a day for hanging around.
Holy Saturday is the quietest day of all.
Easter Day is a day for rock rolling and surprises.
From my remembered bible: Blessed is the One who comes this Way.
Any week can be holy if we let it.
Bless us on the way.
Janet Lees, a Friend of Scholastica. Setting out from Longdendale. 25.03.2024