a good friday morning at mulgoa

my body knew i needed to get up early. and so, at 3:41am, even before the cock crowed (and of course, there's no such thing around the apartment we live in), sleep left  me with no choice.

the morning was still very young but the clanging in the kitchen had started. the oven was set to pre-heat. the frozen spinach, defrosted. the puff pastry, thawed by the brewing warmth in the room. soon enough, the spinach and ricotta quiche aroma filled every corner. it's done and it's time to start the day.

i would never want anything more than a freshly baked quiche in the morning

i woke up francis. then kaela. i checked my phone to confirm that lichelle, our friend, would make it.

the trip to mulgoa lasted for 33 minutes. it is a place frequented by catholic devotees to celebrate holy week by doing stations of the cross. the parking was still not packed. it was a chilly and dismal morning that i was half regretful that i didn't bring a jacket.

nevertheless, the mission to reflect on Jesus' suffering still carried on. above all else, it was the most important task of the day. i thanked the moment. it is not always that i get to re-learn and refresh my memory of what happened during that fateful day of Christ's ordeal to redeem us sinners.

the light drizzle signaled the end of our short journey.

God is good all the time. all the time, God is good.

walking back to the car after the stations of the cross to enjoy a good bite of our quiche