our first Easter
starting Saturday night. Joe & I went to Easter Vigil Mass.. kind of like an anniversary for me. I wore my gold cross ear-rings that Joe gave me this time 20yrs ago & my Miraculous medal.. sadly, the Vigil Mass at St. Thomas's was not the spiritually uplifting Mass that it usually is.. there were no candles to be lit as 'the light of Christ has come into our world' , nor was communion taken in both bread & wine. Just the bread.. which is perfect of course, but if the Easter Vigial is THE most important Mass of the year..would you not think that it should all be special. our current Priest has a smile that doesn't go up into his eyes.. and he will not shake hands with the people as they leave the church. [I was spoiled when I went through the year of Emmaus journey 20years ago with a loving Priest] I pray to God that our parish gets a new priest soon.. but, *sigh* I must remember that this is not between the priest and myself.. it is between God & I..
early Sunday morning I took myself off to a neighbouring parish.. hoping to get some spiritual upliftment.. and I did.. in the reading of Colossians, there was a big message for me.. I am going to sit with this for some time in Lectio Divina..
Sunday lunch was a family affair.. smaller than usual.. but special all the same. a mix of generations.. a traditional lunch of roast organic lamb, roast vegies, cauliflower in white sauce & for dessert, an apple crumble of my own 'design'.. using walnuts & oats.
plus the obligatory easter fare: fairtrade organic chocolate.
after lunch we went for an autumn walk.. with Harry doing some foraging of his own.. dandelion flowers and autumn leaves. he took his treasures home in a brown paper bag.
and to finish our LONG weekend holiday off.. the ANZAC March in Springwood.
always first to the Legacy Ladies.. to buy Anzac biscuits. yum. even on this low carbohydrate eating plan, I allowed myself one or two today - for tradition sake.
doesn't matter how many times I go, those brave men sitting in the jeeps.. getting older each year.. bring tears to my eyes and a lump in my throat.