Holy Thursday

Tonight is Maundy Thursday, little sweetheart. It's Holy Week, beginning last Sunday with Palm Sunday and ending this Sunday with Easter. I often go up to that little church I've told you about on Wednesday nights for their candlelight meditation service.

They're not having one this week, but instead had a service tonight, called Tenebrae. I first went to one a few years ago at St Thomas, which was rather grand and dramatic. Tonight's at West End was very nice. More formal than the Wednesday meditation but still an opportunity to sit quietly, to think and pray for you, for us. At one point, during a reading, a little bird sang sweetly just outside. I sit near the side door in the back, it's my little place. I heard the sweet song and knew it was you.

How grateful I am for you. Always in my thoughts, these quiet hours help to bring you even nearer. I'm keen to tell you more. I've been writing a lot to you in the book of ours. Just trying to do a little good each day. Our life is feeling close to me and when I have you so present in my thoughts, it comforts and guides me.

I have a lot of almost unbearable sadness in me. You, as ever, are my light. I love you so. More to tell, more to write, more to whisper to you quietly as sleep overtakes me.

With all my love forever.