He is not here. He is Risen.
It has been such a strange Lent Everything seems turned on its head. I have been home for four weeks socially distancing. Privileged to have a home in which to stay safe. I have been out for a solitary walk each day noticing as the signs of Spring begin to show themselves. Robins come to my balcony, still the juncos and chickadees and woodpeckers and purple finches and nuthatches. I’ve seen green creeping into the tops of trees, buds barely visible, yet all waiting. I have been trying to focus on what is important. Staying connected through FaceTime. Praying with our sisters via Zoom. Trying to connect with and teach my students online. It’s still surreal. Watching the liturgies streamed from our mother house Praying for their safety and for all who are working so hard to support us during this pandemic. No end in sight. We wait. We all wait as we move through these holiest of days. We wait in expectation...