Sunday, March 23, 2008
Without any disrespect to the religious holiday, I believe "Easter" means "spring." I believe this in the way that I believe "Christmas" means "light." Our rituals guide us along a journey of hope and renewal and, well, chocolate. And that's all right; it's a process sacred in its own right, sacred for its annual repetition. Sacred for its memories and comfort. The sun is shining here today in an unmistakably spring-like way.