Blessings to all involved
On Palm Sunday the Flaneur went into a church to pray for the first time in a year.
This hiatus was not due to negligence but to the facts on the ground -- the churches have been under quarantine. I went up to the Cathedral of Christ the Light while on a Sunday stroll by Lake Merritt. My thought was perhaps there would be blessed palms outside the doors. Lo and behold the doors were open a Spanish language mass had taken place earlier and only a few people were in evidence.
There was a vague feeling of absence lingering in the brilliant sacred space. It was not the proverbial "absence of God" but the almost ubiquitous emptiness of public spaces and the awareness that this had been maintained at a minimum by clergy and staff for an entire year. Evenings lit by altar lamps alone.
Yet the life of the spirit, of the mind, and of the heart endured while I stayed in contemplative solitude. Fitting that at Easter in early Spring the flower of life opens again.
31 March 2021
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