dispatch from 06510…
we’ve wound our way to the place on the map by which i measure my distance. my orientation in space, the interval between points on the map. 864 miles, the span most often between me and my firstborn. but we are here today, in new haven, and will be together, kneel together, through the long hours of this afternoon, the vigil, the hours when millennia later we still keep watch on the cross, we enter into the imagining of that dark afternoon when Jesus was nailed, hands and feet, to the timber, when the crucified one cried out and surrendered his suffering.
he, my firstborn, has always honored this day with me, a day when my soul is dialed to somber. my jewish-catholic child has always known deeply how much this day, these hours, stir me.
and by the mysteries of the calendar, and a college tour that’s drawn us east, here i sit beside him, while he studies the law and i type on my itty-bitty screen, my weekly reach into my soul and out to the hearts i love.
that is not the only intertwining of this day, this day that also marks the beginning of Pesach, the Passover, the exodus from Egypt. and so at the end of the afternoon’s vigil, we will board a train into the city, new york city, and, side-by-side with family we love but don’t often see, retell the story of triumph over evil — another story of triumph over evil, of rising from despair.
it’s a holy day of intertwinings — of stories and loves that circle and weave, come together, part. mysterious rhythm, ebb and flow, as certain as the tidal pull, earth to its moon.
and my prayer is this: may the rhythms and the loves and the stories in your life always circle back to you, weaving you closer and closer to the soulful essence. that still point where the dance is. may the stories of easter and pesach, of resurrection and exodus, awaken you. and may you find yourself beside those you love this weekend.
typing on this little phone is not my forte. we are near the end of our long week of absorbing all things college. finding our way to here is the glorious exclamation. seeing the twinkle in T’s eye, the joy along the way. poor blair, father of said boys, took terrible tumble on a patch of ice in cambridge, and so early on our trip took us to the ER at mt. auburn hospital, where a dislocated shoulder was relocated, and morphine provided (thank heaven for that! and where oh where is the portable supply?).
what intertwinings stir you this day?
Happy Pasech & a joyous Easter…
Thankbyou, dear dear Judy. Hope your Holy Thursday was heavenly. Will and I found ourselves inside his beautiful beautiful neighborhood priory church….
Reading and thinking of past Good Friday’s we have shared in time and space. We carry the sufferings of the world and our small worlds with us every day. Good Friday is a day of true focus, reflection, and prayer in that direction. My husband is normally singing it all out at church with the choir through the Triduum, but tonight he will take a break. We also will be intertwining as we have been invited to a Passover Seder. Both faiths share the sorrows of the past and present, so feeling grateful to be part of a communion that looks to hopefully to the future. May your prayer and gathering of family love fill you all up. And extra prayers for the injured party. 😦 Hope the pain has settled down.
I love your wisdom, your way of always seeing the deep truths. Love reading your words, feeling you close, as we roll through the Connecticut countryside….
musings on a long-ago good friday…https://pullupachair.org/2007/04/06/silence-on-a-day-that-darkens-3/
So very sorry to hear about Blair’s fall!! I wish slippery ice could be sent from this world! Wonderful to read this, brings back memories of Good Fridays with my mom, visits to church to remember the story. And memories of our 2 and college visits, so long ago!
Banishing ice in urban spaces might put a dent in orthopedic pocketbooks, but would lower the pain levels of the populace.
Love that memories are stirred here….
Blessings to you, please accept our New England apology for the seemingly spring madness- (she often is coupled with winter’s low attempts-to-hang-on-passive-aggressively with secret icy patches), so sorry that happened to your B, healing prayers to strengthen, and to soften. May joy inflict you soon with familiar light and lights. No need for you dear to answer reply, let your fingers rest in the solemn moments- bless the dark and all who enter there, and all who do not stay.
Peace be with you and yours.
Love your knowing of the seasons and their secrets. Joy is washed over and through us, I promise!
What truewonder said above, so beautifully. Much love to you and all your guys. xoxo
And much love back. Always. Truewonder says everything heavenly….
Intertwinings – it has to be by Divine Appointment that Son #2’s spring break/college trip, a visit and Good Friday vigil in New Haven with Son #1, and a Pesach Seder with family in NY all happens on the same long weekend!
Has to be, non???
Blessed everything to you. And thank you….
Earlier this week, a friend converted. She grew up Catholic, but married a Jew and has been practicing that faith for over thirty years. She texted me on Tuesday saying that she “went to the mikvah this morning. I’m done!” She’s now an Orthodox Jew. We’ve had many conversations about religion and faith these past couple of years. She’s happy and I’m happy for her. She texted me this morning to wish me a happy Easter and I replied wishing her a blessed pesach. Sacred intertwinings.
Oh, wow, tears in my eyes as I read this on the train into the city. I am sending up a prayer for her in the little Hebrew I know. I so deeply honor and respect those who take the journey to heart and follow where it leads.
I love the open heart of those who come to this table….
Just finished rereading several of your Good Friday contemplations. I am always moved by your deep, silent vigil, going back to your childhood.
From one Jewish/Catholic family to another: May the blessings of Passover and Easter surround your family with love, guide T in his search, aid W in his studying and lessen that shoulder pain. Wave to my boys as they drive up to Boston today in the old car.Sob…
Oh I know the pain of that parting! Lived with the pangs of it yesterday. Thought of Justin as we romped the hills of BC. Teddy loves it there…..happy blessed everything to you!
“may the rhythms and the loves and the stories in your life always circle back to you”
oh how i’ve missed your words, which are like prayers, yes, that speak right to my soul. i have come here from time to time, not often enough, but you should know what a comfort it is to me that you’re out there, that this space is here, filled with your words that always bring me perspective and peace. ever grateful for you, dear barbara. ❤
oh, dear dina….it is SUCH a breath of fresh air to find you here, to know you’ve carved time out of your day to wander over here to the chair, where the table is always set, and you are always always welcome, no matter the space in between.
it melts my heart that you find these words akin to prayer. i think i breathe in prayer, especially here, where my soul has found deep roots in the soil of kindred spirits. xoxox