Reverence was the first word that popped into my mind too. I’m very privileged that my church is a stunning baroque feast of heavenly beauty. I am very easily distracted, so better for it to be a paintinh of the Sacred Heart or a statue of Saint Michael, rather than some random person opposite (local church very modern, devoid of art and octagonal in shape so you end up looking at people opposite in front of you!)
I love the fact that theres a significant proportion of young men, gives me hope for a future, not just aged congregations. Even my son noticed this.
My first TLM was also a Low Mass. I love the soothing melodic murmuring of the priest it really helps anchor me to the Mass if that makes sense. But i also love the glorious Majesty of the High Mass, and the feast days are really taken seriously! So really celebrated.
I love wearing a mantilla, which I’ve never done before. I feel I am entering a new mind set with it on. And helps with my distraction problems, kind of like horse blinkers.
I’ve said it before, but the building! I have to pinch myself that i am able to attend Holy Mass there, it then leads me to contemplating the benevolent mercy of God, that I , such an unworthy sinner can even enter such a sacred space. But I am invited, welcomed, and not only into this amazing building, but into the Holy Sacrifice, even into His family, adopted by Him so Holy. It is beyond words.