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Ash Wednesday.
I came to love the ritual of mass when I studied abroad in college. Long, solemn services in Latin (which I do not know) or Italian (which I was just starting to get the hang of), cathedrals lit entirely by candles, surrounded by strangers whose families had sat in those exact pews for quite literally hundreds of years. There was this current to these Sunday mornings that made me feel at home in a place I had never been. I loved the Lenten season I spent in Italy and the one that overlapped with being baptized and confirmed in the Episcopal church several years later and I’m craving that same pull, that current of ritual in this season as well. Grateful to have started the preparation for resurrection around the corner from my house this morning. Across an ocean, around a corner, anywhere that pulls you home is sacred. (at St. Alphonsus)
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