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My grandchildren made these wonderful Easter eggs. It was a strange sort of Pascha. In the middle of Lent our beloved priest was “reassigned” . I’m not going to go into the whole sad story but it was really hard. I am in choir and during Holy Week there is a lot and I mean daily services. In fact on Good Friday I sang in three services. It was strange, disconcerting, to hear an unfamiliar voice leading the services. Last year I was walking the Camino Invierno in Spain during the Paschal season and I vowed I would be at home this year. Now, remembering the Spring flowers, the long days of walking, the camaraderie of being with other pilgrims, I must say it was a more spiritual experience than what I’ve just been living.

I’m lucky to have those kids come to dye the eggs. I’m lucky to be here to grumble about the cold and gloomy spring. I’m lucky to hear the birds who have faith and are busy singing merrily, buildings nests and starting the next generation of chicks.

So cheer up, roll up your sleeves, write something and keep the faith, Isobel. Brighter days ahead!