The Easter bunny travels around bringing colored eggs for children to find—one of the more truly bizarre assertions of a holiday. But Easter is about the improbable, the strange, the unbelievable notion that not only does life spring from death, but that life is present even in the midst of death, that death may be inevitable and permanent, but still does not have dominion.
What improbable conviction do you hold dear?
Living in the violence of Spring
Living in a time
where shells are cracking
and shapes alter
Who can afford to risk
forgetting the danger
forgetting the moment
the crocus bulb breaks ground
Never knowing whether
snow or sun or ice
awaits in warm or jagged welcome
There are no choices here
No careful path or
reasoned way
No holding in reserve for
some more settled,
more propitious time
But only the unconsidered
faith of the crocus
whose saffron petals echo
or demand the sun
―Lynn Ungar
What in you is demanding to see the sun?
In the Christian calendar Good Friday marks the crucifixion and death of Jesus, the unredeemed depths of suffering and despair. In our Good Friday moments we do not know that we will be re-born, that something new will rise out of the ashes of the old. There is no way around these times of suffering. The only way out is through.
What has helped you to get through “Good Friday” times in your life?
Very young children have a gift for immersing themselves in whatever gives them pleasure, even if that means wearing a treat as well as eating it.
What pleasure will you immerse yourself in today?
“Letting go gives us freedom, and freedom is the only condition for happiness. If, in our heart, we still cling to anything— anger, anxiety, or possessions—we cannot be free.”
―Thich Nhat Hanh
How have you found freedom in letting go?
