It’s Easter. For the first time ever, I did nothing. No little gifties for my family. No church. Not even meditation with my Tibetan Buddhist buddies (highly recommended if you have poor executive function skills). Outside my neighbors are having their annual gigantic Easter egg hunt. Kids and grown kids both run amok in their search for eggy prizes. It takes me back to my childhood Easter celebrations which, in good Unitarian style, took place in the middle of a Spring explosion at Cecil and Dorothy Miller’s big farmhouse. After the mandatory Easter egg hunt, a beautiful breakfast was served with ‘ Creamed Eggs over Rice’, Banana/Strawberry/Mandarin Orange fruit salad and a sweet punch topped with violet blossoms. .
No matter what one’s faith, it’s a day to celebrate renewal.

For the beauty of the Earth,
For the splendor of the sky,
For the love which from our birth,
Over and around us lie,
Lord of all to these we pray,
This our hymn of grateful praise.
(Shaker hymn)