We attended a traditional medieval Boar's Head Festival and Wassail Party in celebration of Epiphany at our very own St. Anne's Shrine for Mothers. It was a wonderful experience. The kind of wonderful that completely wipes you out and so I will have to wait until tomorrow to post anything more about it.
But before I sleep, I would just like to say that today was the Sunday of Sundays. For me, Sunday has always been bittersweet. It is about the sweet joy of praising God and resting in prayer. It is about respite from hard labor and the enjoyment of family. It is an appetizer for the heavenly banquet and a promise of good things to come. The only bitterness is that the next day is always Monday. That Monday, with its labors and obligations, looms over my Sunday evenings like a shadowy imp playing in the corners of mind.
This Epiphany Sunday, with the celebration of this grand festival, was so sweet that it set the bitter at an even sharper contrast. How hard it is to say goodbye to Christmas.