Easter conjures up a variety of experiences for me. Spring is my favorite time of year.  It’s about renewal, renaissance, resurrection of what has passed and is now returning in a new form. This feeling begins as the Sun arrives at 0 degrees of Aries on March 21, the beginning of the Zodiac, the start of new life and a new cycle in seasons. An event such as the Easter  Story would only happen in the spring, as it is about rebirth, and is a profound myth for the regenerative powers of life. For nature and earth, this happens as spring arrives.  I always welcome and celebrate the spring time, there is something romantic about it. With it comes the arrival of the flowers, the warmer weather, the misty rain, the buds on the trees, the cherry blossoms lining the streets and the time to plant one’s own garden. The Easter eggs are surely a sign of life about to crack open and unfold, and bunnies represent a prolific new life force.  Both are a symbol of fertility. 

Wherever there has been a growth of life, there has been an initial seed planted in some fertile territory.  And in order for that seed to have planted itself, there had to be a desire, or urge to become one with something greater, and to grow into something that experiences the cycles of life. 

When I was in college, I would sit at my dorm room desk by the window and watch every spring as two rabbits would play together on the lawn.  This was a ritual for them, their rite of spring. And it became a ritual for me. Every day I would see them together, especially when the sun was going down for the evening and they would hop together in the twilight.  I knew what they were up to.  I was charmed by the nature of it all and the simple urge of the life force, and its desire to go on living.