A secular version of Easter

Sec-u-lar
denoting attitudes, activities, or other things that have no religious or spiritual basis.
not subject to or bound by religious rule; not belonging to or living in a monastic or other order.

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When Easter rolls around, I find myself secretly shaking my head at the absurdity of a Bunny leaving eggs and baskets of goodies for little ones. I can’t get behind the Christian belief either, but I also won’t make fun and call it the first zombie uprising.

I prefer the notion of a re-birth, which is fitting during the Spring season. Trees and flowers are blossoming, plants and gardens are started as we work with our hands in the precious soil. Easter is also a time to celebrate new life, and remember death. On Wednesday, new life came to us with a new niece.

I hold six pounds of pureness in my arms, the goodness emanating from her into my skin. New life rekindles the human spirit.

From holding a newborn spirit I find myself up in the mountains of Fruit land. The snow and Winter chill is quickly dissipating. Herds of deer can be seen from the deck of the cabin, the scream of the mountain lion penetrates the night air.

Walking among the Big Rocks I find the memorials of those that have past. It is a sacred place that holds the ashes of those no longer with us. Let it be known that my ashes are to also be scattered here when that time comes.

But that day is not today, for now I will live with the memories of fishing in mountain lakes, cuddling with little ones that call me Uncle, sharing stories with friends over a good meal and warm fire.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?