"Easter is the soul's first taste of spring."
Richelle E. Goodrich
Dyeing Easter Eggs was a favorite child's activity that I later forced upon my children. I eagerly anticipated hunting for eggs on my own. In the early morning with my children prior to going to church, we experienced the whole Easter Basket ordeal. Candy was devoured while an elegant meal was prepared.
Easter expanded into purchasing church clothes. The three boys would not stay dressed in their ironed shirts, slacks and tight dress shoes for long, but my daughter would love her tiny white gloves, a lace covered dress and a fancy spring hat. I of course appeared as an old house Frau.
Later in time, I would yearn for the candle vigil the night before Easter. It truly touched my soul and pulled me into the history of all religions ... the blending, the deleting, and the bleeding. The candles burning so brightly began to appear around my home. Every day was a candle day as the flame kept alive my evolving soul and journey towards the Divine.
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