Spring and new blossoms
The warm breeze and the fresh earth
Hope and forgiveness
Miracles, wonder and love
She found joy and comfort in the moments of togetherness with her family, and in the messages of the holiday services -- she was reminded of the Good in the world, of the mysteries and the infinite potential of the human spirit, and of the search for what is beyond the ordinary. She remembered the Love that is present in the here and the now, for which one need only look to find. It was a renewal of the perpetual quest for the Holy. It was enlivening. Enriching. Beautiful.
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Time has passed, and now even on Easter Sunday, many are occupied with necessary, ordinary events. The family gathering of the day before has dissolved into naught but the photographs and the errant pieces of confetti that remained behind. Easter baskets have quietly disappeared into bedrooms. Family members have dispersed to their own occupations, and Herself is left to her own devices to derive meaning from the holiday.
It is hard.
She supposes, though, that the Quest for the Holy is always a solitary experience.
She'll keep looking.
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