Easter

Hello dear reader and happy Easter to you.

I don’t talk much in here about my spiritual beliefs. There are two reasons for that. The first is that I believe with all my heart that everyone’s beliefs are precious and have value. I don’t have the right to tell anyone what their spiritual beliefs should be. Secondly, my spirituality is always changing, growing, and sometimes waning. I’m still figuring some of it out.

That being said, I’ve always felt that Easter is a time of renewal, a new beginning. It’s a time to let go of the past, a time of forgiveness both for me and by me.

Whether you believe the traditional celebration of Easter, Jesus rising from the dead, or not, it’s still a time for celebration. It marks the end of the long, dark winter and the beginning of spring. It’s the time of new growth. Trees begin to bud, grass turns green, and flowers shyly poke their heads toward the sun.

We bought our house in the spring and soon noticed a tulip growing at the edge of the yard. It was off by itself, a single, beautiful, red flower. The next spring it bloomed with two flowers, which it’s done ever since. That tulip has always made me think of Easter. It spends a long time in the cold, dark ground, but manages to emerge full of beauty and color no matter how harsh the winter has been. It’s a rebirth, like Easter is.

There are times when I’m down for weeks, even months at a time. Depression sets in and tells me it will never end. Easter reminds me that no matter how long, dark, and hard that time is, eventually it will end.

I felt better yesterday than I have in a very long time. I had an excellent day. The pain was low and I had energy. I felt like I was me, rather than the pain which takes me over. I danced and celebrated (the dogs thought I had lost my mind). Easter came a day early for me.

The point? No matter how long, dark, and brutal the winter, Easter will come. Celebrate it when it does.

Until next time…

Random

This kind of became a random rambling, but that happens with me.

Hello dear reader.

Today’s post started out being about going to the doctor, actually many doctors.  I wrote about a paragraph, read it, and promptly deleted it.  Sure, I could throw a couple of cutesy (yes that is a word.  I looked it up) little things in there to make it less depressing.  I could tell you about the new medications (with horrifying “possible side effects”) to make it more informative.  But to be perfectly honest, I’m almost as tired of talking about doctors as I am of going to them.  The “delete” button is one of the most important parts of a computer, maybe the most important.  Could you imagine if it wasn’t there?  I’d be terrified to touch a keyboard.  Who needs spell check?  Okay, I’ve gone off on another tangent. 

Yesterday was an absolutely incredible day.  I have to give you a little bit of back story for you to understand the incredibleness  (also in the dictionary) of it for me, but it won’t be long. I promise. I have been a part of St. George for more than 11 years. I love helping at the meals when I can. I've been on the vestry a few times. I met and became friends with my husband there. He proposed to me there during the Christmas Eve service. And of course we were married there. I’ve always loved the services there. I come away from them feeling refreshed and with something to think about. A few years ago, St. George’s began having the services on Sunday evening instead of in the morning. Unfortunately, that made it very difficult for me to attend. Everyone gets tired as they go through their day, but for me it’s worse. As the day goes on, my energy levels drop drastically and my pain levels increase. By late afternoon (3 or 4) I’m done. I’ve desperately missed being able to go to services. It’s been extremely difficult to stay on track with my spirituality, which is something vital for me. I promised this explanation wouldn’t be long and it’s almost done. I had made it clear to the priest of St. George, who’s also a wonderful friend of mine, how difficult this situation was for me. She got the idea to have “brunch church” once a month. St. George’s is very much about food. Once a month the service is in the late morning (11ish) and it’s a pot-luck. The service is held around the table. Yesterday, for the first time in a very long time, I was able to go to services at St. George. I left feeling refreshed and with things to think about. I cried tears of absolute joy. It was like coming home after a long journey. So now you know why yesterday was such an incredible day for me. The best part? This is going to keep happening. I get to have more days like yesterday! I am more appreciative and happy than I have words to express. Me without words! Crazy, right?

On a completely different note, I’m dying to tell you about a book I just finished. It was so awesome! I have a new favorite author and her name is Caroline Kepnes. The book is titled simply You. I listened to it on audiobook and I had earplugs in as often as possible, while I was doing housework, laundry, cooking, crocheting, knitting, and laying down to rest. This book had me hooked from the first sentence and I was so sad when it ended that I immediately got the sequil Hidden Bodies and started it. The first sentence I was yelling, “Oh my God! No way!” and I am again hooked. I do have to warn that there is a lot of rough language and a lot of sexual content. So if either of those things bother you then ignore my rantings. But I would truly be doing my readers a disservice if I didn’t tell you about this. Don’t take my word on it. I found an article from the Huffington Post . I told my daughter about it last week and she devoured it in like 3 days. The whole time she kept calling me freaking out about it. It was kind of funny. I feel a little bit bad because she doesn’t have Hidden Bodies yet, but not bad enough to wait for her to get it!

Speaking of my daughter, she is coming up to visit me on Thursday. I’m extremely excited! She lives about three hours away from me, but it’s amazing how hard it is to get to see her. I’ve been so sick the last month or so that I can’t even make that trip. But she’s making the trip in just a few days and I can’t wait to see her!

This kind of became a random rambling, but that happens with me. It sure was better than talking about doctors and medications, right? I don’t know about you, but I needed good positive stuff today. I hope you enjoyed it too.

Until next time…