Last night I washed Hisako’s feet and she washed mine. It was bliss.
Then we sang Mozart’s Ave Verum corpus. Ah sweet payback; I knew the alto part by heart. During the lockdown I’d sung my lines a zillion times for virtual choir, one of the more awkward and difficult things I’ve done. Yesterday I sang this exquisite piece with 50 intergenerational voices in harmony, and in person side-by-side. That was bliss too.
Last night it was as if I spooned with Jesus. Now it is Good Friday. Even so, I will go out into the world, as we said in Morning Prayer, rending my heart and not my garment. There is more bliss.
Always Bridging 