A good day at the office, the first day since our big event when I could breathe, catch up and plan. We got the memberships out into the world – hurray!
Son Brian called late afternoon, reminded me that it was Good Friday. The last several years, we have walked the steps at Holy Cross / Immaculata in Mt Adams. The tradition is to pray the rosary as we walk. Lots of Cincinnati does it – the line can wind and wind up and down and around the hill. Some folk start at the very bottom – near Eastern Avenue. Some start at the base of Mt Adams. And some of us start at the end of the last segment.
It was great – Brian and I had a chance to de-brief after the election – we hadn’t really had a chance to talk over the great race he ran, and what is next. Once you are on the steps themselves, though, and no longer on the sidewalk, no talking. There’s a tableful of rosaries just at the bottom – pick one up and start the steps. I love the fact of being out in nature in the early spring, the sunshine, the rhythm of the crowd as it moves from step to step, the sound of the birds. The meditation, the letting go.
At the top, we went to the parish fish fry – my dinner was french fries and coleslaw – with ketchup and tartar sauce. Ran into several friends – as always in this big small town. Life is good – and getting better and better.