Happy Easter Day! Millions of children eagerly awoke this morning in search of candied treats, sent in secret to households the world o’er during the pre-dawn hours.
Afterwards, they will attend church services dressed in their Sunday finest, hunt for Easter eggs, and watch the annual Easter parade. At mid-day, families will share a meal of traditional foods such as ham, hard-boiled eggs, and various sweet breads like hot cross buns.
It is twenty-seven days past the Vernal equinox and the Earth’s return to life is now in full swing. Seemingly overnight, the world outside my window donned a robe of flowers and birdsong.
This time of year, this day, is magical for many reasons. But for me? It is all about transition and rebirth.
Of baby chicks chirping beneath grow lights and Peter Rabbit’s arrival in the form of our very own Easter Bunny, delivering sweet treats in pastel-colored baskets of cellophane grass.
Okay, I can think of many other equally glorious things too — but, the fullness of spring holds a divinity all its own, a unique pleasure gifted to us by Mother Nature herself.
There’s a freshness, an invigorating energy that permeates everything around me. My soul remembers, and a swell of gratitude rises. My senses come alive in the crisp cool air and vibrant landscape set out before me. I realize, I’m smiling.
Then Spirit sends me a blessing. It comes as a burst of thought, a moment of insight. I suddenly become aware of an incredibly simple truth.
I look across the expanse of yard and can’t imagine a prettier lawn. The grass smells sweet. And even though it’s been recently mowed, it is studded with bits of yellow sunshine and dots of purple twilight – dandelions and violets arrayed in all their glory. Robins hop hither and yon, sometimes taking flight. I invite them to eat their fill of grubs, but kindly leave behind some worms to aerate the soil.
By now, all of the migratory birds have returned ‘home to roost’. Each year I anxiously listen for my feathered friends. Catbird arrives and jealously guards a certain cherry tree until it produces its ripe, ruby fruit while the mocking bird sets up camp in the jasmine. Our house wrens boldly sing, so loud, I fear they may have swallowed megaphones. And so many more, too numerous to list here.
It’s a pleasure to hear their cheery voices greet the day and ride the gentle breezes, singing to their loved ones as they work hard building nests and laying fertile eggs.
Is it any wonder that Easter Day is adorned with colored eggs? It’s the age old symbol for new life and new beginnings.
On that note, I must leave you here – for it’s time to set out tea for an Easter brunch.
May you enjoy the love of family and friends; and may the gift of life be cherished by us all.