Just been reading Dave Kings post and remembering how Easter was when I was married (to a vicar) it was an emotional coaster ride from Maundy Thursday, it began with setting up the vigil chapel , (our dining room in one parish), then the evening service.
Thursday night was washing of the feet, emptying the church of anything lovely,and the procession to the vigil chapel.
Friday services , were so sad and inevitably long with reading of the gospel ,Mark, I think was the short one.
Saturday, cleaning of the church, brass , nooks and cranny dusting and setting up the candles and flowers for the vigil .
Sunday morning the first fire outside shivering in the dark ,then the vigil in the church, with the candles and the dawn arriving to a glorious shining church with wonderful white flowers everywhere(and very shiny brass!).
It was a wonderful time, but truly exhausting, Mondie loved the rituals and was totally engaged in every aspect of the ceremony and found the liturgy truly liberating.
I can no longer be part of all that, I guess it is because I miss him so, but also philosphically I strive to emphasise the positive and creative, and endeavour to avoid that which is distressing.
My Good Friday was this, yesterday
Such wonderful fun at John and Julias' egg painting.
I am obsessed with this embellishing so here are 2 more now with stitching ,I only had two needles left on the machine but Julia lent me some,
so after the inspection today........... more .....and if I do, I will post before I go to Ballarat tomorrow.......so excited......