tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453265401534821477.post4997337819888973664..comments2009-02-02T23:42:21.841ZAni Holdsworthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/038772294262230114244mph@holdsworthonline.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453265401534821477.post-12653780322397640612009-02-02T23:41:00.000Z2009-02-02T23:41:00.000Z

FEAT OF CANDLEMAS 2009 — It’s been snowing all day, blizzard warnings in effect tonight. But we drove the 4 miles through nearly-empty streets to Durham Cathedral for probably our final Feast of Candlemas here. (We packed provisions — hot tea and biscuits — in case snowstorms hit en route.) We traveled through sleet-ish rain and at the top of Cathedral hill it was snowing.<BR/><BR/>Due to severe

Ani Holdsworthnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453265401534821477.post-88473542022282178392008-02-10T21:21:00.000Z2008-02-10T21:21:00.000Z

It's like reading the words of a time traveler. I am transported. I am enlivened and intrigued. I can almost smell the incense. My mind wanders through thoughts of tradition and history in the church, of which I know so little. Thank you for this. Thank you.

Kennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2453265401534821477.post-40180720124304476652008-02-07T01:31:00.000Z2008-02-07T01:31:00.000Z

How I wish I had been there, freezing weather, incense and all. Your description of the evening was a colorful snapshot that will have to do until I can come in person.

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