I woke up, constructed the French fruit tart that will be dessert and is sitting here with a numb mind and brain. Officially Easter has come and what used to be a several-hour-long church service as a kid has been reduced to 3 hours. My bother has his grandkids here, and they are adorable balls of endless energy. He and his wife gave me an Easter basket with bullets and targets in it. I dubbed him, “Bubba bunny.”
Don’t worry, it is doubtful that is miracle of me becoming a bubba will ever transpire unless i decide to give myself a lobotomy one day.
Once again, I find myself in a small minority of the united states and am celebrating Easter a week after the regular Easter, I think even Passover ended yesterday. This lent had me look, and question, not the spirituality and message of love with God, but all the stuff humans have somehow created with religion, the leadership, and what was a struggle all lent with me trying to behave one way, in a world that doesn’t think very much of doing that. Call it to turn the other cheek in an eye for an eye world.
The one giant gulp of peace I got was Friday when I went up to see the monks. It is actually funny in that they are from the same group of monks I have known for years in Arizona. I went to kiss the tomb, and they have a low hung candelabra which when I was standing up, I smacked my head into it. The old priest looked at me as if, “was I going to pass out” handed me two flowers and said, “My job is to protect you.”
I smiled, and thanked american football for getting hit in the head so many times that i didn’t get out, “father, you are a little slow on that warming!” (i confess, he did try to warn me about the height issue. who knew New York Greeks were so short?)
But that has been how my Easter has gone…I am tired, out of balance, feeling like I have jetlag and while I can blame it on smacking my head into a giant chandelier – I know that isn’t true. What I do know is my brother is a bubba, and I love still to love him.
When you think of the cultural differences around the planet, it really is hard to try to understand the complexity of it all. I guess that is why I wonder, “if I really did build the mega version of augmanity – would it actually help humanity? Would people learn to try to get along better? Or just keep building bigger privacy fences?”
Of. Time to start cooking. At 3 am I was eating the blessed foods with my folks. Dad was happy with his ring of kielbasa from the valley he grew up in. Beet horseradish with eggs and a little ham sufficed for me. The kielbasa thing – I can’t handle…which is ironic as I am making prosciutto and other cured meats these days. (i will never get bored in this life)
Need more coffee…stat.