Well, the sad day has come, we are to get on the bus in about 15 minutes to head to Chichester in the south of England. It’s a bittersweet moment because this time in Ely has been one of the best weeks in, well, my life I suppose. The cathedral, the music, and especially the people that are in the choir made it so. The clergy and staff of the cathedral have been welcoming and helpful, our choir director has been his usual inspiring self, and the tour leader has done a great job so far.
One of the first things that struck me while in England is how very ancient so much is and it is an amazing thing to meditate on. I stood, just a few minutes ago, near the statue of St. Etheldreda and lit a candle asking her prayers and protection for us, just as hundreds of thousands, probably millions, of pilgrims have done over the last 1,400 years. But now, it is time to go to Chichester wherein lies the shrine of St. Richard, or did up till Henry VIII (seems to be a theme around here). I think this Richard is a medieval one, so not an Orthodox saint, although I could be mistaken. No matter, it will still be an amazing experience from everything I’ve read about the place.
Well, I must lug my luggage (ha.) to the bus and then we’re off for a two hour trip to Chichester. Blogging will recommence once we’ve settled in.
Through the intercession of St. Etheldreda the abbess and queen, O Lord, have mercy on us. Amen.