Last night we decided not to go to Church. No one felt up for it. I've gone to Church for years without really getting it. Now I won't go, but I'll focus on meaning. What does Easter mean to me?
Ressurection. In a human way, we drop down the rabbit hole in our lives. Who doesn't know that feeling. It's too much. How will I pick myself up and get it together. What am I doing here?
In Dec, I bought a painting of a phoenix in bright, vivid colors. Luke and I love it. We keep it at the foot of our landing (stairs going up) At night when I go past the painting which I call "Phoenix Rising, " I meditate on renewal. Easter is renewal. It's time to be more divine and to become closer to the Divine within.
And it's time to eat chocolate, share food with family, hide eggs and appreciate all that we have been given. Showered by the Divine. Showered with abundance and grace.

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