Drink of Choice: Champagne
This post has nothing to do with Cancer. Or may have everything to do with Cancer.
Today is Western Easter. Next week Eastern. Whatever. Not going to start counting angels dancing on the head of a pin. I am many things; theologian is not one of them.
What I do know is that now, more than anytime in my life, The World needs Easter. Regardless of your beliefs, or lack thereof- I’m probably in the latter camp, full disclosure- we need to embrace the meaning of the holy day. Or holiday. You pick. I’m not fussy. See paragraph two. Or is it three? Not sure if the drink thing counts as a paragraph. It’s the part where I’m not a theologian.
Easter is thick with meaning. I intentionally avoid most of them. What it does bring, to every human on the planet: Christian, Buddhist, Atheist, Muslim, Jew, Janine, Zoroaster, animist or whatever – a sense of hope. That there will be life renewed. In the darkest of times, there is a light. Hope. Promise of a better day, a better life ahead. There is. Really.
It also brings a message of love. Love thyself, love thy brother, your fellow man. Man do we need that now. We can go back to being pissed at each other when this is over. But not now. Not now.
Brevity is the key, so I shall obey. Be well. Stay safe. But don’t forget to drink the champagne, eat the lamb, have a warm fresh roll you baked for yourself but shared with as many as you could. A life worth living is worth living well. Happy Easter. Happy promise of another day, a resurrection of life. It a message worth sharing and grabbing hold of. We ALL need it now. More than ever.
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