It’s true, you know, the saying that true friends can go ages without talking and then pick right back up where they left off. Well, here’s me picking right back up where I left off…
Hello!!
And how’s life in your part of the world? (Take this as an invitation to send an email now and then to a lonely friend half way around the world who’s not very good at communicating with you herself and who is clearly dependent on your steadfastness and faithfulness in friendship to keep this relationship alive which so clearly would not be if it were not already for your past correspondences always initiated by you.) :)
Is it really April already? This morning, as I explained to a student for the third time today what a thesis statement is, I thought about the fact that today is the 15th. And then I thought, ‘Hey… the ‘Ides of March!’’. And, in all honesty and embarrassment, it wasn’t until about two minutes ago that I realized I am a month behind and the Ides of March are long gone for 2013. Perhaps I’m not the sharpest tack these days to be explaining to undergrads what’s expected of them in order to succeed at university.
No judgment, please.
So, what’s happened since I last saw typed at you? For starters, that whole ‘Spring is Sprung’ thing definitely did not last. I’ve been rained on, hailed on, sleeted on, or snowed on almost every day for the last six weeks, with only a handful of partly sunny days in between. Like for many of you, spring in Scotland does not exist this year. Ho hum.
Above: St Salvator’s Quad
Below: Allan, so created, named, and blessed by the divinity undergrads at St Mary’s College, only to be murdered by the grounds crew the next day.
Also, Easter 2013 has come and gone. It was a wonderful Easter here in St Andrews, which began on Good Friday with a pilgrimage of the cross throughout the city centre, stopping for Scripture reading and a devotion at each historical site. The pilgrimage ended at St Mary on the Rock where the cross was laid in wait of the Resurrection Morning.
Below: One of the town ministers giving a sermonette at the Black Friars’ Monastery, or what’s left of it.
Then on Easter morning, about 200 people gathered for an early morning (note: a 7am service but we had time change that night, so it was really only 6am!) ecumenical service at St Mary on the Rock overlooking the sea. It is a wonderful Easter tradition. Here is the blog from last year with more pictures and history of the place.
The rest of the day was spent having breakfast with friends, attending my Church of Scotland Easter Service, and spending the afternoon and evening baking, cooking, feasting and fellowshipping with some of the dear women who are in this PhD program with me. It was a really wonderful Easter.
Other than that, not much for excitement has happened recently. That is, except for one other St Andrews tradition which will require its own post. It involves men dressed in drag parading through town. Now how could that be summarized in one photo? It can’t, I tell you. So, as we did from Good Friday until Easter morning, you’ll just have to wait in eager anticipation for its revealing.
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