What thoughts and images come to mind as you think about the Easter holiday? The words that come to my mind are; resurrection, renewal, forgiveness and amazing grace. Somehow, the return of spring and Easter Sunday brings hope and faith that becomes a bright light shining in the darkness and this moves us to a higher state of consciousness of life and death, and those around us.
Like everything else at this point in our lives, I tend to gravitate to our upcoming Mt. Kilimanjaro climb and to the reason we chose to do this climb to benefit Parkinson’s research. We chose this journey to turn adversity into something positive; to try to have a favorable impact on the lives of those with Parkinson’s disease; to strengthen our hope and faith that miracles still happen, and that we can help to facilitate a miracle. A miracle that is needed in our lives, and the lives of countless others.
In Western Christianity, Easter marks the end of Lent, the period of fasting and penitence in preparation for Easter, which begins on Ash Wednesday, lasting forty days. The week before Easter is a very special week, known as Holy Week, beginning on Palm Sunday. The Holy Week commerates Jesus’s journey to Bethlehem, the last supper, the crucifixion and the resurrection of Christ. Easter is linked to the Passover and Exodus from Egypt recorded in the Old Testament through the Last Supper and crucifixion that preceded the resurrection.
Recalling Easter through a child’s eyes, and when I think of Easter Sunday, my mind immediately goes back to my childhood and the early days of spring, when life around me seemed new and fresh. Gone were the dreadful grey days of winter, and all around us tulips, daffodils and hyacinths were popping up, reaffirming new life as we were showered in the miracle of spring. I think of the Easter Bunny, and to coloring Easter eggs, and I remember my small little hands stained with egg dye, and how much I would look forward to the Easter egg hunt using all of my precious eggs!
I remember always receiving a huge Easter basket filled with the biggest chocolate rabbit ever, and usually a stuffed rabbit as well. My parents continued to buy me an Easter basket well into my teens, and most years I never ate the chocolate bunny. It was just far to beautiful to eat! I am sure I ate literally everything else in that basket, but the bunny remained as an icon of one of my favorite times of year! The miracle of spring flowers and sunshine and the promise that the months ahead would be filled with promise and fun!
I asked Geoff what he remembered from Easter as a child and he had pretty much the same recollection; coloring Easter eggs, having an Easter egg hunt, and playing endlessly outside with his big brothers after a long and cold New England winter. Geoffrey and I came from humble beginnings and I think we both still hold on to those times that were filled with simple tradition. Those times in life that were normal and filled with promise and hope that anything in life is possible.
Perhaps it is the similarity of our humble beginnings that fueled the attraction between us. Perhaps it is the fact that even situations that are out of our control, we both hold onto some infinite promise of hope that all things will turn out okay. We seem to never lose sight of the fact that together, we can do anything!
It is a beautiful spring day and a glorious Easter Sunday. In a season of new beginnings, and even in a world filled with turmoil, we are surrounded by so much hope. We have so many blessings to be thankful for and our faith in miracles grows. Everyday, as if from the eyes of a child, our faith continues to grow!
Happy Easter from Pam and Geoff and the Parker’s Climb Team! Pkp