A cabin in the woods is an ideal place to spend Holy Week; after the self-examination and contemplation of Lent the transition to Maundy Thursday and Good Friday were peaceful, quiet and, well, still introspective.
To be honest, I've always wondered about the meaning of 'Maundy' Thursday, so when I arrived home this evening I skipped over phone and email messages, delighted to read an insightful, wise post most excellently written by my pal, Rev. Pete Jones. He enlightened me (and many others I'm sure:) as he said:
"Maundy comes from the Latin word meaning, basically, commandment. More specifically, a new commandment given to the Disciples on the night of the last supper: You shall love one another as I have loved you. A new commandment. Love. Agape. Love so amazing, so divine, demands my life, my soul, my all. That kind of a new commandment."
I just love that.
My wily, uber-cool teens showed me where they wrote in the morning moisture and then waited to see the sun reach down and lift the words to the sky like prayers. Those two never cease to amaze me.
The sun set into the mountains at the close of Maundy Thursday - I caught this shot a tiny bit late. My daughter and I curled up under the quilt on the comfy bed in the master suite (of the nicest cabin we've ever stayed in!) and read the devotional that described the events written in the Bible about that evening. It has become a habit during the seasons of Advent and Lent, to read the scriptures and messages with one of both of my kids.
Alice's knowledge is impressive (again, thanks Pastor Pete, head of the camp where she has explored and found her own spirituality - and voice) as we talked about humility and grace, about Jesus washing the dusty feet of his disciples, even those of his betrayers. We also talked about how cool it would be and all the questions we'd love to ask if we had a chance to spend time with Him.
The many wonders of this long-overdue vacation were simple enough. Living downtown doesn't offer a chance to view the expanse of night sky embedded with stars, crystal clear and distinct no matter that they are ancient in formation and millions of light years away. And I admit that I seldom stop to study the amazing array of textures and colors... such depth in a small patch of tree trunk.
It's humbling to include those among the highlights... along with the shopping and browsing in such amazing galleries and shops. Asheville certainly knows how to take care of its own. The support for local businesses is a solid way of life rather than a trendy concept.
Next I'll post some of my favorite 'finds.' I'd say I was quite successful in my junking expeditions, boxes and porcelain dolls, a set of letters to and from a local woman and her military husband during World War II. How cool.
I hope your week has been creative, fun and meaningful. If you have read this post you have certainly made mine more rewarding. Good Friday and Happy Easter to you!