Spring and the Wu Wei Moon<\/p>\n
Shabbat gratefuls: Counting the Omer. Shadow time. 5:15 am today. Nap later. Shabbat shalom. Nathan and the Greenhouse. Snow. 6 inches. 15 degrees. Easter. Resurrection. Mussar. The Days of our Lives. Fawns. Calves. Kits. Cubs. Birthdays in the Mountains. Puppy energy. Breakfast. Early Morning on Shadow Mountain.<\/p>\n
Sparks of Joy and Awe: National Park Week<\/p>\n
Week Kavannah: Sensibility. Daat.<\/p>\n
One brief shining: Rubbing my sleepy eyes I rose before Mother Earth revealed Great Sol, a darkness into which my Shadow slipped, needing to be out in the Snow, the cold for reasons of elimination, I imagine.<\/p>\n
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Easter. Resurrection. A difficult thing to believe. Yes. The story until the rolling away of the Stone? A Jesus story, a Jewish story. An against the Roman occupiers and the perceived rigidity of Jewish leadership story. A believable story of a young Jewish man who captured the hearts of many with his gentle message of love and compassion, his radical insistence on caring for the poor, the widowed, the left out.<\/p>\n
His popularity his downfall. A threat to Roman overlords. Who even after arresting him, tried to let him go free. Even believable up to the crucifixion, a cruel punishment. Even up to his death and burial.<\/p>\n
Sure, the miracles. But who hasn’t imagined one they love able to walk on water, heal with a kiss, drive out the demons of yesterday. Or, just give him the miracles. He was not the only miracle worker ever.<\/p>\n
Where it gets hard. Impossible? That great wakin’ up morning. An empty tomb. Empirical Thomas putting his fingers in Jesus’ wounds. An ascension.<\/p>\n
Why do some people believe it? A lot of people. 2.38 billion Christians according to PEW research. More than any other religion with Muslims next at 1.9 billion.<\/p>\n
Let me say. Resurrection has that whole death is not the end thing going for it. A powerful idea. Responds to the hidden fears of so many. What’s next? Is there life after life?<\/p>\n
There’s the butterfly after all. That creepy leaf-munching wiggle worm weaves a chrysalis and thanks to the magic of imaginal cells becomes a beautiful Swallowtail? Why not us? Are we not as worthy of transformation?<\/p>\n
A story of death’s defeat. Remember Max Von Sydow playing chess with death? Checkmate, Jesus.<\/p>\n
Always seemed a bit too far for me. A punchline delivered long after the hero had already died. He was great, wasn’t he? Well then. If anybody could come back? Eh?<\/p>\n
Still. It’s a great metaphor. Take that beaten down mother. Show her kindness. See a resurrection. Or, take a cruel despot like Trump and overthrow him. Resurrection. Look at the Gardens, the Mountain Meadows and Hillsides in Spring. Resurrection.<\/p>\n
If believing in life after death helps you get through the day? Why not. Not for me. Though if it could be. If I could see Kate again. Tor. Celt. Kona. I’m ok with it if it’s there. Not counting on it.<\/p>\n
Whatever you believe, I hope you have splendid Easter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Spring and the Wu Wei Moon Shabbat gratefuls: Counting the Omer. Shadow time. 5:15 am today. Nap later. Shabbat shalom. Nathan and the Greenhouse. Snow. 6 inches. 15 degrees. Easter. Resurrection. Mussar. The Days of our Lives. Fawns. Calves. Kits. Cubs. Birthdays in the Mountains. Puppy energy. Breakfast. Early Morning on Shadow Mountain. Sparks of … Continue reading That Great Wakin’ Up Mornin’<\/span>