Easter Wishes

I believe that most of us think about Death with similar trepidations. What is really there after we cross that gate? Is there really life after Death? Would we all see the bright light so many have professed to have seen? My father, with his corky sense of humor used to tell me: “The other world has got to be really great. Everyone must like it because nobody ever comes back.” In spite of incredible scientific advances Death continues to be an enigma, the ultimate mystery, the final closing of a door which can’t be re-opened.

This Easter Sunday I will not go to church but I will take comfort in God's word and celebrate His promise of resurrection. The thought of seeing my father again fills me with great joy. I hope that someday the gate will open and he will be standing there waiting to greet me, and he will smile and say: “Just like I thought, it IS really great here!”

On Easter Day, may you have a happy heart full of hope, and may you find comfort in the promise for a better life that's yet to come.

Photo by Patrick McCarthy Photography

The calm after the storm

It is such a THRILL to see the sun shining this morning! I stumbled out of bed and ran to the window and there it was, Mr. Sun himself in all it's glory.

Not only are we enjoying abundant sunshine but the temperatures will be much warmer. I should really stay home and continue to clean and tidy up our still damp basement, but I hear the trees calling my name: "Come! they whisper, Play a while!" so, what choice do I have? I must rush and do as they say. I'm out the door and I'm singing!

"Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,

and I say it's all right

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter

Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun

and I say it's all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces

Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun

and I say it's all right..."

"Here comes the Sun" The Beatles
Photo by  The World of James Browne (a magical place to visit)

Rain

It's raining...again.  We are flooded...again. It's been a crazy morning spent in the company of pails, brooms, noisy vaccums and dreams of dry, hot summer days.

So, with rolled up pants, messy hair and cold, wet toes I will rest for a while. The rain has tapered off but the grounds are so saturated the water keeps on filtering through. It will be a while till we go back to normal. I believe I'll have a large glass of wine (any color will do) and try not to listen to the sound of raindrops on the roof and in my head...

"I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head"

Photo by Bing Images

"Rain" by Shel Silverstein