Easter morning. There is no day on the calendar more filled with hope, with reassurance and with joy.
Earth is gradually awakening. Stretching her arms wide to embrace the warming sun. Greedily taking long, cool draughts of rainwater and melting snow and ice. Eagerly beginning to push the shoots of flowers, grasses, vegetables from the dark, life-giving soil to the promised gift of light.
She slowly grants us the peace that has escaped us through a cold and unforgiving winter. She rewards the people and the animals living on her with glimpses of the largesse to come.
No matter where we look on this Easter morning, be it vast country fields or city streets or a tiny patch of stony backyard filled with no wildlife more exotic than gray squirrels and crows, we are granted a vision into the possibility to come.
If only we will see it. Only if we allow ourselves the opportunity to see beauty will it show itself.
To be sure, beauty gracefully is shown in each plant, each blade of nascent crabgrass, each downy feather, each twig about to be incorporated into a nest.
But can you take the time to see the beauty in everyday objects? In a brick? In a sign painted on the side of a building advertising the carbonated confection that once was served in the drug store that used to be there? The drug store is long gone; the red vinyl-covered stools are probably in a landfill with the white paper hats worn by the soda jerk, but the memory of it still tastes like a Coca-Cola sipped through a paper straw.
On this Easter Day, savor the beauty that you are given. The life you have. The people you love. Even the people you find hard to love. Drink in the amazing potential that this day gifts to you. Be in the moment and give praise for it. Happy Easter!
Thank you for sharing Easter with me.
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Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest."
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Sensitive Plant"
Wishing you love and happiness at this time and always.
It is raining grandchildren here.
Happy Easter!!
Rich, hush now, there's still a chance of snow right on through June. Now go hunt eggs with those grandchildren!
Thanks for this, COS.
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Denese, that's the hard part -- to see it where ever it may be.
Thanks everyone for sharing with me.
Happy Easter.
Thank you, my friend.
O'steph, thank you for coming by. I miss the drug store soda fountain a lot.
Stellaa, thanks, I'm happy you enjoyed this.
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Zuma, I never tire of spring. It's my pleasure to share it with you.
Roy, so glad to see you here. And thank you. I wish you a happy spring.
Monte
Happy Easter and Happy Spring.