For some reason, Easter has been a difficult holiday for me and Kath. One of our biggest dramas happened Easter weekend many years ago; it seems like, ever since, we've noted that day with a pulling in of energy.
Yesterday was the perfect weather for that. The cold, gray, rainy weather gave a backdrop to a day, not of celebration, chocolate bunnies, and play, but to draw in and be quiet. During days like that, my big challenge is to quiet my mind. Mr. Mind really wants to make meaning out of having a different experience than "everybody else." So I give him something else to do--mentally chanting mantras, analyzing psychological theory, figuring out if the window blinds in one room might fit in the other. Anything but considering the meaning of life (Mr. Mind is definitely and existentialist).
Now, post-Easter, I have the sense of the contraction of yesterday leading to today's expansion. Spring is here, life is moving, and I'm happy to feel reborn.
