Χριστός Ανέστη: on grounding, balance, and metaphor
Χριστός Ανέστη! The procession from darkness to balance to light moved slowly this year--too slowly for my taste. The irony of replacing my winter decorations with spring decorations in the midst of a snowstorm was not lost on me. Both American Easter (as my family used to call Catholic/Protestant Easter) and Greek Easter (which is shared by Orthodox Christians everywhere, not just Greeks) were white Easters in our part of the country this year. Still, I managed to honor the season by taking on two important Lenten projects this year. Today, the day after Greek Easter, I feel the urge to reflect on these practices. First, I created (or, rather, re-created) a sacred space for myself. When we moved into our beautiful, giant, old home right after getting married, I claimed a room on our second floor down the hall from our bedroom--a small space I loved deeply. But then we opened our home to people in need. Each time someone moved in or out or switched bedrooms, every belonging we ...