Resurrection

it's Easter Sunday, the day of the Resurrection in the Christian tradition and on a rare occurrence, happening only four times in the 20th century and for the first time in this one - it's my birthday as well. I should mention too that Passover coincides with Easter this year and this happens only about once every 30 years or so. It's an auspicious day for sure, at least for me it seems, and I choose to see it that way, that it's early in a new season, a hint of green and early buds greet my daily view, the morning air holds a little less of a chill. From a dark and very long winter, one that actually began for me on October 2nd, on the evening my father tool his last breath - it comes to this day of holy traditions and birthday all coinciding now, and I feel like an unstated promise has been fulfilled...

life continues. 

spring is my favorite time of the year anyway, even without this auspicious occasion to mark it for celebration. I always feel that a dormant part of me comes alive again to welcome the warmth and new green of the season. Especially so this year.  And although I'm not a Christian, the day of the Resurrection holds such beautiful meaning and an offer of hope that we will all survive a crucifixion of faith in the promise that life holds for us. I see it now on my birthday, not as a celebration of an event long past, but that yes, truly that this day and every day to ever follow is a time of resurrection, each moment being a rebirth to a new life that offers the promise of it's continuation. 

and indeed life continues, not always in the way that's hoped for, and perhaps not in the way some traditions describe - but it will continue through the grace of seasons, long winters giving way to the warmth and green of spring, and if we allow ourselves to see it, there is also the resurrection of all that's been loved before within this very moment. No tree is truly barren in winter, there is life root deep and spread through earth, faith in its resurrection, a sure knowing of spring's arrival. We can see this, looking deeply with the same sense of knowing, that life always exists through the scenery of every season, and on this day, auspicious by chance and tradition - I celebrate my life, a new season of warmth and green, and the root deep love and presence of all that ever once felt lost to me. 

it's truly a day of resurrection.

~

Peace, Eric