Today I wandered out Bootham Bar in search of Saint Olaves Church where I plan on worshipping on Sunday. Turning left on Marygate I walked toward the Ouse keeping the massive walls of Saint Mary’s Abbey on my left. In a couple of blocks I came up the church. It is tucked right into the walls of the ruined Abbey. Through the gate I went and around me saw the beautifully maintained flower beds and walks. I thought, “someone loves this place.
Inside I found a company of the Holy Women of God who gather on Friday to prepare for the Holy Day. They were having a good time with genuine affection born of long shared life and commitment. I wandered about chatting with first one and then another