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.
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
is gladly welcomed.
Happy Spring dear friends.
Happy Easter my dear dear bunny.
Love to you my sisters.