Thoughts on Ostara and Easter
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jlm121 is snarking "And push?" Little sisters are such a mixed blessing)
By now spring is well on the way, a foot of snow at my parents' houses notwithstanding. Daffodils are blooming. Tulips are up, except the one our yardman mowed down. The Bradford pears are all snowy white and lovely next to the pink tulip trees.
Celebrating the arrival seems the thing to do. It is a season of rebirth, a promise that even warmer days (too awful hot days as well) are coming and the gardens will grow with all the good things of summer: cantaloupe and tomatoes, eggplants and watermelons, corn and beans and peas.
Yet, I find myself a little sad at this time too. It's hard to remember I don't celebrate Easter anymore. It's hard to decide if there will be baskets this year. Are they secular enough? Are they pagan enough? Should I have done them this weekend instead of in 2 weeks?
This all came to a head at the Dollar store the other day. They have Easter goods out. I saw a sheet of stickers of Jesus. All sorts of different paintings of him, from the child in the Temple to the Crucifixion. The one in the middle was this handsome, laughing man. He had just heard the funniest story ever from Peter or John or Judas and was laughing, because it was funny and because he loved the one who told it to him.
And I had a moment, like the moment when you bump into an old boyfriend you dearly loved, and still do. And he is still good-looking and still funny and still loves you too. (I have an ex like that) You remember how much you loved him them and wonder for a moment why you broke up. You wonder what you've lost and think about how things would be with him now.
Then you remember the break-up and why and exactly how ugly it got. And all the good memories and laughter in the world can't overcome the whys of the breakup.
I didn't buy the stickers.
But my kids are getting Easter baskets.
jlm121 is snarking "And push?" Little sisters are such a mixed blessing)By now spring is well on the way, a foot of snow at my parents' houses notwithstanding. Daffodils are blooming. Tulips are up, except the one our yardman mowed down. The Bradford pears are all snowy white and lovely next to the pink tulip trees.
Celebrating the arrival seems the thing to do. It is a season of rebirth, a promise that even warmer days (too awful hot days as well) are coming and the gardens will grow with all the good things of summer: cantaloupe and tomatoes, eggplants and watermelons, corn and beans and peas.
Yet, I find myself a little sad at this time too. It's hard to remember I don't celebrate Easter anymore. It's hard to decide if there will be baskets this year. Are they secular enough? Are they pagan enough? Should I have done them this weekend instead of in 2 weeks?
This all came to a head at the Dollar store the other day. They have Easter goods out. I saw a sheet of stickers of Jesus. All sorts of different paintings of him, from the child in the Temple to the Crucifixion. The one in the middle was this handsome, laughing man. He had just heard the funniest story ever from Peter or John or Judas and was laughing, because it was funny and because he loved the one who told it to him.
And I had a moment, like the moment when you bump into an old boyfriend you dearly loved, and still do. And he is still good-looking and still funny and still loves you too. (I have an ex like that) You remember how much you loved him them and wonder for a moment why you broke up. You wonder what you've lost and think about how things would be with him now.
Then you remember the break-up and why and exactly how ugly it got. And all the good memories and laughter in the world can't overcome the whys of the breakup.
I didn't buy the stickers.
But my kids are getting Easter baskets.
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Date: 2010-03-22 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-22 01:37 am (UTC)I'm doing some self-study about Christianity, and I'm coming to the conclusion that
"the real Jesus"(TM) and his teachings should have probably made the cut into Jewish talmudic writings, but because he was turned into something so antithetical to Jewish belief, he was excised from everything... Which is a shame...