Don't you just love Thalia Took's work? This one is particularly beautiful.
Today my daughter The Heir and I got up at dawn, and instead of going to church we went to the beach. We spent five hours hunting sea glass and soaking in the sun. As we stood there staring into King Triton's briny deep, I said to her, "You are so lucky to be all done with church at such a young age. Just think of all the beautiful spring Sundays we spent holed up in a gloomy sanctuary, over-done with dead flowers! And you have your whole life ahead to spend this particular Sunday in some refreshing and bored-god-approved activity."
She said, "Mom, so do you."
And so I do.
The rocks, the mountains, the beach, the woods -- these are my Temples.
Dancing, and drumming, and meditating, and hiking, and laughing -- these are my devotions to the Gods.
It's Spring! Time to be out, to be alive, to shake off the cold and to welcome dear Persephone back into the land of the living. All that falls shall rise again. All.
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I remember wondering as a kid why it was called "Easter" and why rabbits and eggs figured so prominently. None of it had anything to do with Jesus, insofar as I could see. And of course, not a single adult anywhere in my life, at home, school or Sunday school, had any clue either. Or if they did, they kept it to themselves. What a revelation when I finally discovered the truth -- as an adult, as you note.
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