Now that I’m back in London, I’m rediscovering my worldly life. I found out on Saturday evening that I missed the St. Mary Choir School Christmas concert. It was last Thursday. But today from 11:00 till 1:00, the Chamber Orchestra and Grade 8 carolers were performing in St. Peter’s Basilica and I was going to see them, hoping to say Merry Christmas to the kids I know.
Sudden update: On Saturday night in Worcester, Massachusetts, I looked at the St. Mary’s website and found this concert. It said “St. Joseph’s”, not St. Peter’s! (Sigh) Sudden all right, because I just figured that out as I was typing. Eighty-four days of almost complete silence and I forgot the name of the church.
You know the rest. I showed up at St. Peter’s, expecting to see legions of uniformed students climbing the steps. No one there. And virtually no one inside. Maybe ten folks praying.
I felt a twinge of sadness. I wouldn’t be seeing these children before Christmas. But only a twinge. Peace descended. I sat down and meditated to the strains of “O Come, O Come Emmanuel”, sung through CD in the lofty heights of the sanctuary by a boy choir. And then more lilting songs, given from far away to the warmth of my mind. So quiet.
After the meditation retreat, I’m very quiet inside. There seems to be space around each cell of my body. The moment of the moment is entirely sufficient. There’s virtually no leaning forward towards some “better” spot in time. The choir sings. I think of the kids and wish them well.
Just as it is
Fine by me