Day of Rising
Happy Easter, my friends. Happy, happy day of rising.
The other morning when I rose, I heard the birds outside my window chirping. So, I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to wander. Sometimes when I need to write this essay and nothing has come to me, that’s what I do. I close my eyes, sit in silence, and see what comes to mind. Thoughts, images, and feelings often flood me.
I love Easter. I have beautiful memories of dressing up and going to church in an Easter dress with my mother and grandmother. I bought Easter dresses this year for my granddaughters to carry on that same tradition. Easter makes me hopeful. It makes me think of spring, of blooming, and of rising possibility. It directs my attention forward. I like that. In fact, I need that. I want to look ahead. I feel like I still have so many things I want to accomplish, experience, and feel.
In so many ways, I feel like at this age, I'm just now getting the knack of life. I'm just settling into how to do it, as well as what's important and what's not. Can you believe it's taken me this long to feel like "Aha, this is what it’s all about"?
