There are few people I like as much as my homey Jesus. He wore robs and sandals, had a beard, talked about peace and didn’t play hackey-sack in the parking lot of shopping centers. He was the first original hippy. He’s been the mold from which we have been imperfectly fashioning many lost souls today.
It is ironic to me that the way we used the image of Jesus Christ (The Savior) has perhaps caused so many to lose their souls? That’s something else. I wanted to talk the Easter
The name for this holiday comes from much older times whose customs we’re now not all that familiar with. Many old religions had a Spring Goddess, a special deity who breathed life back into the world, both by banishing Old Man Winter and by encouraging growing things to grow and living things to mate. She went by many names. The Scandinavians called her Ostra, the Anglo-Saxons Eostre, and those who lived in the region that is now Germany knew her as Eastre.
The hare itself is revered in lore — even in pre-Christian times, it was seen as a holy creature associated with fertility and the returning Spring. Eggs are very obvious symbols of resurrection and continuing life. Early humans thought the return of the sun from winter darkness was an annual miracle, and saw the egg as a natural wonder and proof of the renewal of life. The egg is also the ultimate symbol of fertility.
There an Insight in there
I believe that there is something important in these kind of celebrations. I think the idea of renewal and fecundity is very important to human beings and it is one of those ideas that goad us to open ourselves up to new things, to explore new avenues and aspects of ourselves.
I think it’s very easy to see human life as a linear progression. it has a beginning a middle and an end. But that is too much of an over simplification. I find that each period of our life we die to a mode of thinking or a vision of the world that we once had. That is honestly how I how see my life a chain of sleeping and awakening, of birth and death. we continue growing long after our bodies stop. I think life has gotten so cluttered with non-sense. We have forgotten that the keys to growth and change are still in our possession. We don’t have to wait for calamity to strike us for us to make a change.
If we are living true to ourselves we will find that we are constantly growing. Often it is imperceptibly slow but it’s there if we are aware. I feel going on trips reading great literature, meeting new people, awakes us to this knowledge. Speaking of literature this comes to mind:
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
In what ways are you being fecund and or growing? What are you giving to the world as you go through it playing your part ?
Just wondering out loud