For some reason, prayers were especially rich and full to me this weekend. Last night AND this morning, I was really able to BE there. Sunlight slanting in through the back windows as the billows of vesperal incense wafted around us with it's sweet fragrance. Choir voices joining with the rest of us "bless the Lord O my soul" and kids only occasionally distracting me.
Candle light, and Christ on the Cross off to the left, with beeswax dripping into the sand under soft candle glow.
Roses and hydrangea all around.
All the beloved people gathered in prayer.
My hips hurt.