Two major religions — at least — are celebrating the raison d’etre of their existence and one of the branches of one of those will celebrate it next weekend.
I know that Easter/Passover doesn’t align with the equinox, but all the same, it is part of a very old tradition of celebrating a new beginning around this time of year. (In fact new year used to be in Spring.)
Things are growing, my lawn shows signs of green, and we too want to be renewed and have a second start. Unlike the “resolutions” of the New Year, which no one over 10 believes anymore, this one hitches our wagon to the power of new life in the world (or at least in the northern hemisphere, cradle of our culture) to wipe the slate clean and help us, magically, mystically renew and grow.
I suspect it’s a very, very old feeling, an ancient tradition, this time of year to bet on renewal and hope.
We’re about a month off my favorite time of year, when the air is mild, there is a song of cuckoo’s somewhere from the woodland.
Some years ago I promised myself I’d take a week off in June. Probably not this June, since well… since I have two conferences second half of June. But come July maybe I can sit back and enjoy a long weekend off with my sweetie. And if we can’t spring for a hotel, maybe just a weekend of parks and museums will do.
In fitting with new beginnings: with the drug interaction eliminated, I can now think and write once more. Which is what I’m doing today, while the family talks downstairs.
I’ll join them once I nail this plot point.
You guys go. Go home to your cats. Happy Easter, a joyous Passover, and may the year turn to warmth and delight and glorious, unrestrained life-force for all of us.