Happy Easter 2013
Every year, late or early, Easter’s ushered in my Springs
With many memories of freezing in new “Easter clothes” —
Lightweight, pastel coats and hats
In which I shivered glumly
In New England’s stubborn winter wind;
Baskets filled with cellophane green “grass”
And jelly beans and chocolate eggs wrapped round in foil.
The pungent stinging smell of vinegar,
As we gathered round the table
Easter eve, and tried to tint our eggs with pretty colors, not just brown.
A large stuffed rabbit, plush and yellow, who hibernated year round in the attic
And emerged for one day, just on Easter.
In that time, though knowing about Jesus risen from the tomb,
The day meant nothing meaningful for me.
Now, many decades later, I’m reflecting on how crushing moments near to death –
Grieving, illness, losses, various catastrophes –
Have led me into times that felt like dying,
Showing how I might come back anew,
My spirit and my hold on life recharged, changed, deeper than they’d been before.
Now, as I reflect on loss and resurrection
And move up closer into Spirit,
I know why Easter’s so important and so right for spring:
Each year I spin into the force of Spirit more and more,
And dream in heart’s deep love — a dream of life enriched, renewed .
This year, especially, my experience of Easter has moved away from my early memories, as I’ve found myself more deeply aware of the dynamic power of resurgence I experience each time I pass through disconnects and then emerge again into my personal awareness.. Each time, though I’ve remained the same person, I’ve also changed. Each time, I understand better this inexorable ebb and flow of vitality and vision – not unlike the incessant beating of new waves upon a sandy beach. This rhythmic pattern of advancement following retreat defines a life on earth. We are never stable. We can’t remain in the same place, the same vision. We must always change. In this voyage of expanding awareness , we find and suck out luscious joy, the reward of living. “Happy Easter” now has a whole new meaning in me: “Happy Journey!”