Happy Easter!
What a beautiful season Spring is as the earth awakens and renews her lush promise of life. And that's what Easter is, a celebration of awakening and rebirth.
Easter is celebrated culturally in many ways around the world. Often blending local customs with tradition. Yet, at the core of it all remains a devotion to, and reverance of, hope and new life.
I was raised Catholic. Jesus is, and always will be my friend and brother. I hold his teachings and sacrifice sacred in my heart. Although I have moved away from the rituals of church itself to a more deeply felt practice of spirituality found everywhere and in all things.
Nature is my church. And what a spectacular living cathedral it is! No where else do I find a deeper connection to a loving presence that connects all of creation than in the vastness of a night sky that lulls me into a blissful insignificance.
Or the simplistic beauty of my own garden, where every petal is both a prayer of gratitude, and tribute to the divine. As the hum of bees join in with their song of love.
We all have our own special memories of this beautiful Easter holiday. The family dinners where we fed both body and spirit. It was here where I learned invaluable lessons. It doesn't require a big fanfare to be a special event. And it’s not what's on any menu. Rather the love you celebrate and the company you share it with that matter most.
I remember fondly helping my mother in the kitchen as she prepared dinner. Smiling now, as I think of her “ designer“ mashed potatoes tinted in lovely pastel colors of either pink or green. And she was quite a master in her day, trust me! I owe whatever kitchen prowess to her artful guidance and encouragement.
Of course, as I grew older I tweaked it just a little with my own style of creativity. Which made it a little more interesting, yet still delicious!
Colored eggs and Easter egg hunts in the grass. It’s amazing that the dye ever faded from our fingers! And I never actually found all of the eggs. But I'm sure my little critter friends did and enjoyed the feast! I didn't mind sharing at all.
And those beautiful Easter baskets, brimming with goodies of all kinds.
Omg, can you say, “ I love chocolate?” Well, we all have our priorities, don't we?
I'd love it if you'd share your favorites!
The little kid in me still loves a little decadence now and then. Although she has found a compromise in healthier versions of that addiction as an adult. Replacing milk chocolate with dark chocolate as an occasional treat. But hot chocolate is still my year-round favorite.
Of course, my cat Dante doesn't approve because I never share it with him since chocolate is a no no for cats and dogs. So I give him extra snackies as a consolation prize.
There are very few things snackies can not fix!
What I'd love to do now is show Easter through a different perspective, and have a little fun! As well as share a brief video history on the stunning art and tradition of Ukrainian eggs.
Comet, my fire element and faithful spirit guide asked to include the above picture.
He's such a hottie, isn't he?
He's also standing behind me right now. And of course I'm not pressured in any way at all! < wink>
And how could I not include the Fairies whose enthusiastic contributions are legendary? A childhood romp that has never left me wanting. Proof that magic comes in all shapes and sizes. And I love strawberries!!!
This video is amazing! I have admired the beauty of Ukrainian eggs all of my life. And I dedicate this mention to the People of Ukraine with love and respect in honor of their stalwart resilience.
Long Live Ukraine!!! 🇺🇦
Wishing all of you the very best Easter holiday, wherever your little corner of the world, whatever your tradition. I celebrate with you. And from my heart to yours, may love and light surround you. May renewed hope carry you forward.
Much love 🤍
Ps. I just couldn't resist a little more bunny love!
Oh, cute can actually hurt! Can you say, “Ouch!”






















This was such a great read thank you for sharing
Mary Magdalene went to the tomb early on Sunday morning, while it was still dark, sad, with tears and expecting death.
She returned with gladness, smiles and life.
And He called her by her name.
Christian or not, it is so poetic and deep.
The seeds must die for the new plant to grow and feed us.
🙏❤️✝️