It’s fitting to turn my mind to the uplifting celebration
that’s Easter. With its religious
messages and fountains of hope, it’s hard to top that with anything secular or
worldly, so I won’t even try. I’m not
Catholic (sorry, Lee!), but I can respect the new Pope’s embrace of some of the
unseen people in our world, like imprisoned girls in Italy. That man embodies so much in the way of
simple goodness, and I hope the politics of organized religion don’t wear him
out.
The fields and fallow pastures of my own life are full of
eggs, as surely are yours. Looking at my
own life, and seeing the eggs of success, not-such-success and those not yet
hatched. Wow, and I’m not even old yet. To coin a Neil Young lyric, maybe my bonny
outlook is because I have someone to love me the whole day through?
So, love yourself this day and this good start may open the
doors to other unsought gems. Or
not. But if you don’t give it a shot,
that door don’t open! I’m no
Pollyananna, just a voice from a contented
sunny afternoon…
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