At Easter, the symbolism of the cross continues to speak out loudly around the world. . . .even after all of the years gone by. Another of life’s contradictions; a solemn message, filled to the last nail, with hope for all mankind.
Soft winds blowing and sun shining brightly on this Minnesota Easter week-end. A few fresh flowers greet me on the table, fridge is full of supplies for Easter dinner, family filled the spare beds last night. A countryside moment to stay centered on present joy. . . .followed by plenty of hope for the future.