Easter in an Ancient World...

Greetings to all, Happy Easter!

I celebrated the resurrection by attending the service at sunrise at the ancient ruins of Chellah. It was beautiful. I was blessed to be among so many believers and singing praises in the darkness of night to the dawn of the day. Wonderful. Afterward I made a trek across the hills to attend brunch at the pastor's house with others of the congregation. On the walk back, I walked through the same hills and reached a point where I could see for miles around me. It is difficult to communicate the peace of that moment. I am reveling the in the beauty of God's creation, his gift of salvation, enjoying the quiet of solitude and seeing into the Chellah, a flurry of white birds in an ancient garden. Bliss.

I didn't have my camera. I am sort of pleased, no offense, but now my picture is mine forever. Not ruined by attempting to unsuccessfully capture it onto film (it never looks as good as real life).

I have break this week after my midterms, hanging with mommy dearest and seeing where we end up. Afterward off to Spain again for me, visiting Cardoba, Granada, and who knows where else.