On Bright Sadness.

Recently, someone mentioned to me how they were fervently searching for reading and study material for a group of women who wanted to find ways to make Easter a tangible holiday for their families. And it got me thinking about how I was aware of that as a kid--Easter was always celebrated, but there certainly wasn't the same kind of anticipation for it as there was for Christmas. Or even birthdays, really. And I also realized how nearly impossible it is to feel that way now--now that we have Lent. Lent is what makes Easter real. But it has to be embraced, and that takes hard work, I'm learning. It takes a real stripping of self--a nakedness, a childlikeness, to really grasp the deep sadness, and yet still see the bright light that shines through it. Symbolically, we must be naked to follow a naked Christ. Honestly, I don't really know what else to write about tonight. My body and soul are aching for the comforts of a feast, it's been a long day and the evening has left me headachey and weary. Lord, have mercy. Blessings, all.