Realizing that over the years, we have established our own traditions. For whatever reason, when I was a child my family didn't dye eggs. Probably my mother thought it would be too much of a mess. So I am just as enthusiastic as Cowgirl when it comes to pulling out the Paas egg dye cups and mixing all the colors.
In a season of continual losses (I just learned a neighbor passed away last night) I am mindful of the choices available to me: fear or trust, regret or gratitude, clinging or letting go, despair or celebration.
Again and again, I find my practice consists of choosing to open, choosing hope, choosing love.
Happy Egg Moon, happy Easter!
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