It has been a long winter.
But this morning, creeping ever forward, I can see grassy patches battling mounds of snow.
Out my bedroom window, my honeysuckle vine is beginning to come to life.
I can see magnolia buds at the far end of my garden and if I don't sink too far down in the snow en route, I will go and visit it.
If New Year's Day is a chance for new beginnings, Easter Sunday is all about re-birth.
The winter and cold always does give way to spring and warmth.
|I saw some green leaves poking up yesterday, so won't be long now...|
Life may slumber, but it always does wake up.
I don't know about you, but I take great comfort in that.
I take great comfort in the fact that matter gets transformed.
I take great comfort in the fact that I am a mass of molecules that is not separate from the other masses of molecules around me, if only I was able to see that.
I take comfort that my two children are home this Easter Sunday, because I know that won't always be the case.
It is a beautiful sunny Easter Sunday, and I am glad.
I'll end with a poem I have always loved, Easter, by Joyce Kilmer. For this fine day, it seems very apropos:
Easter by Joyce Kilmer
The air is like a butterfly
With frail blue wings.
The happy earth looks at the sky
I wish you and yours a blessed day.