Easter dinner at the in-laws, nowhere near as bad as it sounds.
Rare roast lamb, Caesar salad to die for, asparagus… and plenty of wine. It may not be thanksgiving, but I have much to be thankful for.
Including the opportunity… nay, the duty…. to tease my niece about dating the son of one of our dearest friends. Could we be related in a couple years?
I’d have no objection, my friends own a winery! That’s the kind of family you need.
As most of you know (dear readers), I am not Christian, but much of my family and in-laws are. If this is a deal-breaker for you, go on your merry way with my blessings. But for those who don’t care, it may be interesting to understand how very very many types of non-Christians there are. I am a Pagan, a Celtic reconstructionist with strong Norse leanings. This follows my ancestry from northern Scotland and Vinland in the pre-Christian era. Yes, I have Viking ancestors who met the local tavern wenches and settled down.
Most who identify as Pagan are some variant of Wicca, a magic influenced religion created (recreated?) in the 60’s. Ostara (or Oestre) is one of their holy days. A celebration of Spring on or around the Spring Equinox. It was originally a feast day, not necessarily holy, to celebrate the birth of the lambs and the rebirth of the natural world after winter. When I first set foot on my spiritual path, Wicca was the only open group I could find. So for many years, I followed their schedule of holy days.
But I made a semi-conscious decision a few years ago to stop. I am not Wiccan, I am not a witch; I’m a druid. The holy days are different, the beliefs are very different. So too, are the morals, though ethics remain unchanged. (the difference between morals and ethics should be the subject of a future blog, it can be complicated)
I do celebrate the Equinoxes and Solstices, but no longer do anything for the add-ons: Feb 2nd, May 1st, Aug 2nd… But lets get real. I still do Halloween.
I mean… Halloween, the day of the dead, the veil to the underworld grows thin and I try to commune with my father, my grandparents, the boy I wanted to date who died right after high school. I can respect a holy day like that. It speaks to me, deep in my soul. Death is not the end, it is only a new beginning.
Which circles around, back to Easter. The beginning of Spring and a new gardening season. I no longer feel silly dreaming over seed catalogues.
However you celebrate Spring, and whatever you call it; I hope that your weekend was special, filled with love and chocolate. Mine was.