I am returned.
Far too much to say.
Pascha came and went and it was glorious. For the first time in my life the Resurrection of the Lord was celebrated, experienced and so very imminent and evident on the faces of those who surrounded me.
And then we were off to Oregon. And there we found friends and family and such joys. Looking back it seems as if I have been in some strange and ethereal world of miracles and peace for the last two weeks.
Now we are returned. I am in love and I am tired and I am full of the same failures that I left with.
“Rejoice! I shall say it again, rejoice!”