This has been for me a wonderful Easter. Full of new experiences and discoveries.
Maundy Thurday was the most poignant and really penetratingly moving service I have ever been involved in. Even given that being in the choir means some parts of every service lose their personal touch because of the need to be 'busy'. The silent vigil in the Lady Chapel with its wonderful flowers and lit only by candles was the first (and possibly the only) time in my life when I have actually felt a 'presence'. The feeling will haunt me and stay with me for ever.
Good Friday was a memorable service, with all the touches one would expect, but did not move me in any way.
Saturday, by contrast, was a lovely, long, baptisms and confirmations included service, with the Bishop in fine fettle.
Today, the celebration of the risen Christ also included three baptisms, with our (mildy insane) curate prancing about turning it into a true festival of light. The choir - almost on its knees from exhaustion - was glad of a little light relief, and the easter egg hunt in the churchyard was its usual 'scramble fest'.
My personal journey to this place has been a long one, but oh so very worth the effort.
Also, today I get to eat some dark chocolate for the first time since Shrove Tuesday, oddly, not such a thrill as usual. Perhaps the long abstinence has worked a minor miracle.
Time for feet up and eyes closed I think!