Easter. Spring, pastels, flowers, eggs, bunnies… What does this day make you think of?
On Easter, people proclaimed, “Jesus lives!” Granted, he rose from the dead. It wasn’t merely living, it was resurrection. I was raised to ask, “What would Jesus do?” He lived. I may not follow that religion anymore, but I can follow a strong example.
At funerals, we say, “She was _____.” A mother, a daughter, a teacher, a friend, etc. At my funeral, I hope people say, “She lived.” Fully, fearlessly, boldly. She lived, she loved, she was. I have plenty I’d like to do, also, but it all stems from being. Not attempting to act my way into any kind of legacy; rather, to simply be present, be in this body I’ve been given, on this planet I was born on. Be. Live. The rest follows.
Easter is a holiday of resurrection, coming back to life. Spring is here, even if there is snow on the ground, and it’s a time of rebirth. Trees die in the winter; they stop growing – that’s why trees in North America have rings on the inside that tell how old they are. In the rainforest these rings don’t exist; trees never stop growing. Well, whether you went dormant in the winter or not, I invite you to continue growing with me. Join in the newness, the freshness, the life. We live in a vibrant world – let’s actually live in it.
I’ve considered starting a blog for a while now, and the timing finally feels right. I have life to document, to record, to share. This will chronicle my adventures, my opinions, my questions, my inspirations. Look for posts on Wednesdays and Sundays.
Live with me.