I had a lovely week with my youngest and her boy, and a dog named Zelda. Between The Burrito and a hound, I had no trouble earning my steps and sleeping well. Now back at home I’m wrapping up the basics; laundry, a quilt binding, a novel to finish…. Well, a chapter of The Hawk was completed yesterday afternoon, and next week I plan to hit that book hard. Another idea is brewing and I’m feeling motivated. Spring is truly in the air.
It’s Easter week, which prompts reflection; rebirth and gratitude come together, providing me a poignantly upbeat outlook. Recent heavy rains seem a precursor to what occurs starting today, Maundy Thursday. I’m hoping to get to a Good Friday service tomorrow, and we’ll spend the weekend with family up north. Easter adopts a different tenor around youngsters, and in my heart emotions are mixed, our world in such turmoil, yet balanced by Love unfathomable. That Love is also wholly accessible, part of the mystery. How to live out that compassion is yet another project within my sphere.
I pondered that yesterday, driving along a road well known for causing strife; folks cut into my lane constantly, but as I made my way down the street, mercy pounded my brain and heart. Amid beloveds, books, and fabrics, that’s why I am here, to show compassion and to love, even to those whose skills behind a steering wheel drive me nuts, ahem. Mulling that over made me feel small, also blessed, as well as forgiven. And determined to share that notion with my grandchildren in all aspects.
This is truly the purpose for our existences, regardless of what social media, Madison Avenue or political pundits say. Unfettered mercy is Easter’s message, and the only judgment is what we cast upon ourselves. How beautiful is Love given without expectation, merely hoping that such Love will be passed along to another like a quilt, a novel, a hug. I received copious snuggles from my nieto and hija, we’re a pretty tight bunch. This Sunday, as eggs are hunted and sweets enjoyed, I’ll embrace more of my family, especially my mom, for it was this season three years ago when Dad died. Corporeal life is so short; Love is essential, for not only does it conquer hate, but it is the underlying reason of our beings. We’re a forgetful species, yet Love manifests in us hope, which leads to awesome characteristics. May your Easter week be filled with Love’s peace and Grace’s liberty, and hugs from all you hold dear.