Easter is a high point in the Christian calendar, but for various reasons I have always found it quite difficult. This year it has crept up on me, appeared as if out of nowhere but I am trying to savour the moments rather than regret the past or worry about the future. So I am currently sitting in our back room overlooking the garden, slowly coming to life, (me or the garden?), waiting for a joint of pork to have it’s thirty minutes of high heat before turning it down. It’s quiet apart from the hum of the oven and the birds twittering. I am not anxious which is such a blessing.
What joy and pleasure is there in this day? And what joy and pleasure can we bring to the life of others?
