Easter

As the sun rose behind my little cabin I felt the warmth seep into my body through my flannels. I stood with my coffee blessing this glorious Easter morning. All that could be heard was the wind rustling and far off geese returning for the summer. I blessed this day and all its symbolism. This day conjures up a multitude of meanings and memories.


I feel that the stone has been rolled away to reveal a me that I had not known. My stories about who I am, who I have been and where I am going have created only limitations and darkness. By questioning all that has been handed down to me, all that I have accepted and all that I believe, I am resurrecting myself.

My reality is a creation of my own design, like painting a beautiful egg with glitter and pastels. My illusions have been easily cracked and broken. This happens to many of us when a marriage fails, a child becomes ill, a job disappears, or a house is destroyed. I do not know what is inside my neighbor’s egg. Is it filled with delectable sweetness, is it filled with nourishing sustenance, is it old and rancid? As my egg cracks and crumbles, I see the life that is struggling to break free. It is a power that is growing and stretching its wings. It teeters and wobbles yet continues to thrive.

The light of our Creator fills the cavern I had prepared to protect myself. The rock of meanings I had so strategically placed disintegrates in the brilliance. My hiding is over. I greet this day with full presence. I am all that I am. I am filled with appreciation and the willingness to question all of the boundaries built by me and accepted from others. Happy Easter!