At Ignitum Today there is a entry by a gal who attended a “Traditional Latin Mass” for the first time in years.
The first part of the piece:
This Sunday by happy accident (no one could find the 3 year old’s shoes until past the time for us to leave) we ended up at the local TLM church instead of our regular Novus Ordo parish. This Mass was a different experience altogether. I’ve been before, but I don’t know how I missed the silence. I don’t know how I missed the calm and the peace. Before the Mass, there was no talking at all. No chatting at all, there were just respectful silence and a swiftly moving line of penitents at the Confessional. (There was Confession before Mass. Not at 3:30 on a Saturday and only for half an hour, but beforeMass began)
Once the processional began, I realized that, to my delight, nothing was required of me but to pray. The squirmy baby in my arms usually distracts me as I try to follow along. Sunday I just prayed. The Mass washed over me in a soothing stream of Latin. The chanting of the priest was met by the soaring voices of the choir. The boys at the altar were serious about their duties and obviously joyful in the doing of them. The whole of the Celebration was as smooth and as beautiful as a well-rehearsed dance. I watched it all in appreciation, and then bowed my head and prayed.
Thank you, Pope Benedict, for Summorum Pontificum.