Category Archives: easter

knowing my mother

  

painting easter blocks

painting easter blocks

  Sunday morning is here. I have a bit of a “to do” list – a fun one – try out green smoothie recipes and paint a couple of Easter Blocks, but it seems I am drawn here to this page. I think of different things on Sunday than I do during the other days of the week. I suppose my “system” has throttled down a bit by now and I am in this more tranquil zone and I suppose that is exactly why I find myself here writing/posting.

 

I posted a picture of my dad and me from the 50s yesterday. It came from an old family album and this morning I went to put the album away and found another picture, one of my grandmother, my mother and me. I suppose, like many things, I have seen this photo many times, but today it was as though it were the first time. At three – which is how old I was in the picture, you are not really aware of your mother’s life, you are still very narcissistic and your mother is just the person who sees about you, you don’t see her as really having a life; she is just there for you, right? Well, I look at this picture of my mother and realize she was just 25 years old, still so young and so beautiful and I wonder now what was her life like then, what were her dreams, who were her friends, where did she go, what were her and her mother talking about and I bet they were speaking in French?

 

111 beech st., ville platte, la 1957

111 beech st., ville platte, la 1957

 

I only know her in relationship to “me”. I suppose that is the miracle, the beauty of motherhood; mothers are custom made for their children and each child builds that unique relationship with their mother. I have talked to my brother and sister a lot about “our” mother and we each have a “different” mother even though she is one in the same. Anyway, just a narcissistic post I suppose but I felt like asking myself a few questions and then thinking a bit about that day 55 years ago while still trying to know her.

 

On a side note and one of humor, I posted the back of the photograph – it was developed in New Orleans Louisiana in 1597! Oops I think they meant 1957 – gotta love life before digital huh?

1597?

1597?

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Renewal

Just a quick post of an Easter snapshot or a spring icon – eggs – either way, a symbol of rebirth. These are from my 10 laying hens – they are so much trouble, but worth it.

 Easter is many things to many people, as it should be, for me, I see it in direct harmony with Nature and God and a visual of rebirth and resurrection – the imagery and symbolism, I believe, are not random but placed so that our human minds can comprehend. It is a joyous time to rejoice, renew and celebrate, no matter what you believe.

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rising above it all

Easter… over. It was a good day, a blessed day…
 Church, a place I had not seen the inside of in several months. It was good, I spoke to God and He was there. I fall short, however – I continue to notice the hypocrisy – it is so pervasive for me, however and it is challenging to rise above it. It is my inability. I know God; I just don’t know about this “organized” religion thing (for me).
 Family – always great to reconnect with them. Of course, there is the aching absence of grandparents that somewhat prevails but, so goes the circle of life – round and round, picking up and dropping off.
 Bunnies – chocolate ones with hollow ears that take me back and make me fat (corny collection of words, but I had to), a faint memory of 5 live bunnies for each of my children from an foggy (literally) Easter morning long ago  , and a make believe bunny that showed up yesterday – fun.
All and all, it was a good day – a day directed by the right intention.
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rising above it

Easter… over. It was a good day –
Church, a place I had not seen the inside of in several months. It was good, I spoke to God and He was there. The catholic hypocrisy is so pervasive for me, however and it is challenging to rise above it, I just don’t know about this “organized” religion thing (for me).
 Family – always great to reconnect with them. Of course, there is the aching absence of grandparents that somewhat prevails but, so goes the circle of life – round and round, picking up and dropping off.
Bunnies – chocolate ones with hollow ears that take me back and make me fat (corny collection of words, but I had to), a faint memory of 5 live bunnies for each of my children from an foggy (literally) Easter morning long ago  , and a make believe bunny that showed up yesterday – fun.
All and all, it was a good day – a day spent with the right intention.