bunny

I'm no spring chicken.

Yet, sometimes the thoughts in my head

just don't quite match the face in the mirror.

See -- in many ways, we are always that child...

looking for acceptance,

seeking a hand to hold in the storm,

hunting for eggs under the couch.

So - with Easter approaching I fall into those memories.

The scratchy hats & prickly new dresses.

Standing with my sisters in front of the picture window for a photo

(I'm the one in tears).

Not being able to keep that darn egg on that wire holder

 as I dipped it in egg dye...

and those cardboard punch out egg decorations on the dye box-

don't even get me going on those.

And the baskets overflow in the popcorn bowl.

And...bunny.

How many times did my mom stitch & restitch bunny?

All of these memories are my sanctuary,

thoughts of family & faith & love.

So -- no matter what you might celebrate at this time of year --

a holiday of renewal & rebirth & eggs opening & buds unfolding

and mending...

is gladly welcomed.

Happy Spring dear friends.

Happy Easter my dear dear bunny.

Love to you my sisters.

Kari