Easter is upon us and up on this hill today the wind whispers, All Is Well. The chimes ring out resurrection. Spring, renewal and all the promise that resides there. I haven't been plugged into the season very well this year. Preoccupations and responsibility. Normally, Easter is one of my favorite times of year for just that promise of new life that springs eternal. The year, I've let the burden of other things weigh heavy on my soul and heart.
A few years ago (how many now) I wrote a daily devotional during lent and posted it on the internet. I've been so blessed by all those who have read it year after year and wrote to me to share that they did so. You crazy people. Oh, how I love you. The thing is, there was nothing special about it. Just a daily email that was life in action. All the messy places. Just simply walking out the day and at the close of day - reflecting. Maybe that's not what I'm doing enough of these days. Pausing to reflect. Ok, I'm certain of it. I rush from morning into evening and then to crashing into bed full of the crazy that is my life.
Granted. This thing I do. Count my blessings. I pause for just that long. And the smile of all the littles, their words, and photos. The Adorables growing now into gorgeous, young women, the little wild wolf pack rambunctious and keeping me on my toes while laughing.
America Mystic is coming to fruition, finally, oh, finally! But still it arrives in due season. Not the book it used to be in rewrite after rewrite. Not the book it used to be anymore than I am the woman I once was. Death and Resurrection. We bear our crosses which sometimes feels like crucifixion. It's not.
I watched a flock of birds this morning in the early hours. All else was sleeping in the house. My mother, my cousin, the dogs, the cat. All was quiet but me, the porch, the birds in flight. Then I noticed, they landed in a tree, paused, took flight again, a little ways, another tree. Coming after them were other birds that reached the tree and paused just after others had taken flight. They moved that way while. I have many trees. I watched them. A tree, flight, a tree, flight. It went on this way. Then I realized one of two things maybe both. I know nothing of birdology so I can make things up as they occur to me which suits me find.
The birds in the first group landed to allow the stranglers to catch up, gain their strength, stay with the flock. Eventually, I felt certain they would arrive together in the fold that waited for them. Some great community of kindred spirits and feathered fellows.
Or, they were just showing me, God showing me, that in flight over those passages of deeper valley's pausing was a righteous thing to do. The pause to gather strength. To rest to realign their focus, their purpose, their destination.
I pray that we each pause this Easter weekend to realize just how far we've come across mountain, valley, distant shores. To realign our purpose with all that is Divine and lives and moves within us. For every sacred moment, illuminated hour.
Together we continue. We've come this far and our journey sacred. In the midst of all of it, there is the power of renewal.
And, so, we begin again.
God bless and keep the faith.
Embrace the cup of communion and pass it on.
It's officially - yeah this really happened week.
Let's start here. X. I am apparently out of Zaza full functioning mode. I mean the kind of mode that mommies with multiple children of various ages operate in everyday. They can change a baby with one hand, put out a kitchen fire with the other and hold down a toddler trying to escape with a big toe all in one day. While talking on the phone with customer service about an overage on that cable bill. Me, not so much. Used to. Absolutely. No matter what my kids tell you.
Recently I had the little Wolf Pack all at one time. Ages 2-7. I think I'm out of practice. Ok. I know I'm out of practice. I ran up and down the stairs. Being up when I needed to be down and down when I needed to be up. When I told my son I wanted to keep them all for the long weekend together - he laughed. Matter of fact it was a crazy mad scientist laugh. He called one time to see how it was going. I think he was laughing so hard he was crying when he hung up that time.
It was like this:
I kept up the artificial tree that I never before had as it went against the sacred live tree family tradition. (Sorry Raymond Atkins) See previous posts on Facebook for full fake tree disclosure) But the Wolf pack wanted the tree up and to stay up and up and since it didn't need water in spite of the fact I kept thinking - Gee this tree feels dry, think I'll give it water - to keep wolf pack happy - I left tree up. Little did I know that they had evil plans of their own such as taking all the underwear from the laundry basket the moment I left the room and decorating said tree with it.
Or helping to clean by trying to flush juice bottles down the magic water hole.
But at the end of the day - I wouldn't have traded those funny moments in between, the snuggle movie moments, the story time, car time, lego time, fire time.
Which reminds me - when a kid says with wistful bulging eyes, OH, WOW!!! you mean that's what happens to paper when you put a match to it! When you are building a fire - might be something I want to tell their parents.
Back sore. Heart full. Wolf pack, next time - sleeping over means nap time and a good book!
Click, Clack Moo is on the nightstand.
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