Ostara has come and gone, quietly in this corner of the world.
Passover and Easter have yet to arrive, and they will, dates entwined.
Did they teach us that King James was not the tongue of Jesus?
Or did I just miss that part during a boring mass, too busy wiggling on a waxed bench seat hard on my ass?
Magic words and rituals.
Many years we prepared an Easter basket for my son, filled with some sugar treats, but also little cars and coloring books.
Grandfather faithfully brought him the softest, sweetest, snuggle bunnies because he loved him.
What would he say to me and my son if he were here today?
Do we use the shadow of the dead to keep us in line?