It’s Holy Week and I’ve been enjoying a quiet day of reflection…reading Joyce Rupp’s beautiful new book, Prayer Seeds and listening to the medieval music of Hildegard of Bingen.
The afternoon weather is cloudy and my prayer space has recently become extremely simple, a singular small framed image of Christ and a singular red votive bless the table near my chair. Many of our home’s furnishings, books, icons, artwork, etc. are packed for our move or stored in the garage for an estate sale when the house sells.
The release of this home, and all the necessary preparations required for the return journey to a quiet life by the sea are welcomed experiences. However, it’s also a season of waiting that calls for patience, faith, and trust that all will unfold in time. There are many unknowns.
When will the new owners appear? How long will the selling process take? Where will we live when we arrive at Carmel? What will the title of life’s next chapter be?
In a strange way, it feels as if I’m living in the tomb, within the chrysalis, deep within the Mystery. Resurrection and transformation will eventually bring answers and a renewed sense of direction for life’s journey. Something is happening even within the stillness of this season of waiting.
I pause to imagine the greatest Mystery of holy transformation for all time. The Mystery that took place during the three days and nights within the tomb where Christ’s body was placed so very long ago.
What was the unfathomable nature of the Divine alchemy that occurred? Did angels take part? Did Christ return to life in a split second, through a flash of Light? What happened in that moment that we now call “The Resurrection?”
The ancient story remains cloaked in Mystery. The Easter Mystery is forever with and within us. Spring is in full bloom. The chrysallis will open soon and the butterfly will emerge. In time, I’ll close the door to this home and with my husband, we’ll go in search of another.
There is a particular quality of stillness mixed with generative life-giving movement within waiting. It is the season of in- between…but within the tomb something miraculous is happening.