As you might have surmised by now, I'm not a religious type. I don't celebrate the Easter as a religious holiday.
Way back in the time before time, though, there was some real meaning to this holiday. You could put your finger on it -- the evidence was everywhere. Oester celebrated the rampant signs of winter's breaking and those juicy, tingly urges the greening of the earth stirred up in all warm-blooded creatures. The holiday looked forward to the warmth and plenty of the coming summer, the hope of harvest in the fall. It was, simply, a celebration of life in all its eggy, rich, fecund, randy, gorgeous facets.
I can go with that.
Here's wishing all of you a glorious future, symbolized by The Egg. Don't forget to notice the bursting, throbbing, beautiful world outside your windows.