Happy Easter. Feliz Páscoa.
Yesterday was a day of reminders for me. It started with a birth of a child. I helped this angel come smoothly into the world and it was hard and challenging and humbling. I helped repair the damages to the body that birth can leave sometimes. Signs and scars from the very hard things we go through. Birth helps me feel new every time. I think that's why I like it so much. It's a renewal and a reminder of all that should and can be. It's a healing process for me.
I cut some hairs next. Spring cleaning. Lightening the load (literally) from off my shoulders.
I watched this video (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ym0jXg-hKCI&sns=em) (sorry I'm blogging from my phone so links aren't an option right now.) and felt good and reminded me of how proud I am to be who I am.
I went to Take Back The Night and walked the Provo river trail with a hundred other people all holding lighted candles. It reminded me that I am a woman and a human and I am strong and feminine and divine.
I went to the Easter Vigil at the Madeleine Cathedral in slc. I cried and cried sitting in my seat. Listening to the music and the choir and reflecting on the ups and downs of the day. Thinking about healing.
Speaking with Mandygirl right before bed as I'm cozied up in the covers and again I am reminded of the days events and am still thinking about healing.
I am so glad tomorrow is Easter. With the coming of the full moon--as it wanes toward a new moon--I hope we can all have new beginnings. That we can heal wounds. That we can see each other as humans and love every inch of each other. This is the season for rebirth and growth and (though I may sound like a broken record...) healing. I love you.
Carry on.
