Et resurrexit tertia diae

[wiseheart]

Back when I was in the convent, this was the night we had the resurrection procession. One of the old sisters knew how to make fire the old-fashioned way (without matches, that is; I forgot what the things she used are called), and we lit candles and walked around the convent buildings in the deepest night. It was such an otherworldy experience. These are the times when I still miss the convent.

And this makes me feel terribly nostalgic, too. *sigh*