Bliss. I’m in heaven.
Just back from cathedral evensong where our rural dean was installed as a non residentiary canon.
It is lovely just to sit in the cathedral with nothing to do but let the music, worship and atmosphere of the place wash over you.
Psalm 121 and 122.
Anthem: Ye choirs of New Jerusalem set to Stanford.
And a precentor who can sing the third collect without taking a breathe.
Divine, and worth the rush to fit it in between talking to the Mother’s union this afternoon and this evenings auction of promises.