Renewal

Forget the egg hidden behind the sofa that will be found months later in a less then desirable state, forget empty graves, and blood on the lintel, Easter is a Spring time rite that signifies renewal.  The woods have cast off Winter’s dusty cloak and are filling out with green, trilliums are poking up through the duff on the forest floor, and emaciated gatherers sweep the forest floor for acorns and hickory nuts to break their winters fast.  Life is everywhere from the annoying hum of the mosquito to the graceful fluttering of a butterfly.  The birds are out in force, some newly returned from parts unknown and each male nosily asserting itself in his chosen territory.  A ritual that has gone on long before man arrived on the scene in any form.  

It is a good time to dust out the mental cobwebs, sit outside and allow the fresh breeze to blow the stale thoughts from your mind.  It feels so wonderful to be alive, the warmth of the sun on your face, the birdsong filling the air with music.  Even the wind chimes add to the symphony.  This is a soul stirring time, a time where you feel as though it is possible to start fresh, press on with life, and just glory in its wonders.