For those celebrating Easter and Passover, this post is for you. I’m thinking especially of those who have lost someone recently. We all feel some of that weight today. It’s a lonely Easter Sunday for a lot of people, like me, confined and unable to be with family. The longing is palpable.
I do love Easter, almost more than Christmas, maybe because of the idea of rebirth, of resurrection. Starting anew. I told myself I would not be sad today, and took a walk out in the sun and spring. My local church, Saint-Jean-Bosco, a glorious Art Deco cathedral, did not have mass today, but I sat on the steps for a moment, in the sun, and said a prayer anyway.
I walked on under the clear blue sky, the birds singing relentlessly; they would not let me be anything but peaceful and content. Everything around me was renewing itself, exploding with life: the budding trees overhead; the flower boxes on the street filled with friendly daisies. Life is a cycle: we are born, we die, we are born again. Yes, right now it feels as if we are under a pall of sickness and death, but we will come out from this, renewed. Resurrection is at hand.
Have a blessed day, dear reader.