It is Easter Sunday. I have been thinking for days that I ought to be posting something profound, deep, meaningful, spiritual. Many ideas have run through my head and heart, but for some reason what I have kept coming back to is the day-to-day reality of being a mom to Emma and Abby.
Rather than apologize for such (which, of course, I need not do), I want to revel and soak in their living-breathing-full-of-life reality. They are the most profound, deep, and meaningful things in my life. And frankly, more of my experience of spirituality is tied up in them than in anything or anyone else.
So, without apology, my Easter reflections are grounded in my two daughters. Resurrection. Birth. Life. And so much more.
Easter tells us that life is to be interpreted not simply in terms of things but in terms of ideals.
(Charles M. Crowe)
On Easter Day the veil between time and eternity thins to gossamer.