To me, Good Friday now means that we are about to experience She Is Risen: spring, the yellow tulips in my garden, and the statue of the goddess Quan Yin.
The Other Mary
Surrounded as I am, and as all of us are, by unbelievers, I search for my own moments of connection with the Gospels, my own slender path out of the deep despair of agnosticism.
You Said It
It was a surprise to find myself on Palm Sunday, at the end of a crowd of several hundred people, following a cross through midtown Manhattan with police cars barring traffic.
Egg Day
This past Lent I thought I made an agreement with myself to enter into all the ceremonies of that six-weeks season of suffering… and then to reward myself with the glorious resurrection of Easter.
He Is Risen
I would always find, outside my bedroom door, a basket with a child-sized rake, shovel, hoe and trowel as well as five or six bright colored packets of seeds: squash, tomatoes, radishes, lettuce. Mother was a passionate gardener and hoped that her five children would develop her love for getting her hands in the dirt.