It’s the third Sunday in Eastertide. I am in Chicago, and I am quietly questing.
Late last summer, my very best friend and I began planning the kind of trips I could better take once retired. One of our favorite pieces of music is Mendelssohn’s Elijah so we went searching for a destination to hear it.
Which is how I ended up in Chicago in the middle of the three weeks between my mother’s death and burial.
We are staying in a lovely downtown hotel where everything we need is in walking distance.
The symphony.
The Chicago Institute of Art.
Coffee.
Ice cream.
Church.
It’s been a quiet break in the midst of the mourner’s path. Shared conversation with a most trusted friend, beauty everywhere, soul-filling music, and a bit of respite.
Before I fly home to prepare for my mother’s burial next Saturday.
Quietly questing for peace.
House of Grace 