I was born, raised and college-educated as a Catholic, so I know firsthand the significance of the Easter season. From Lenten promises to Palm Sunday, Good Friday and Holy Monday, Easter is for many much more than a Sunday brunch with chocolate eggs and a quiche.

While I am not overtly religious, my faith is tantamount to understanding the course of my life, as well as the world swirling around me. Call it woo-woo, Catholic, wellness-obsessed or New Age— but the belief in something far more vast than myself has been the main thing getting me by for several years. 

How else would I have survived 2020-now?

So, the celebration of Easter is a signaling of my own revival. It is the calling in of all that I wish for in the quietest places that hold my desires. It is the resolve to forge through a dark and uncertain Saturday towards a miraculous Sunday. My big life happenings almost always occur in June & July, but the groundwork is certainly laid in March & April.

What I am learning one Easter at a time is that for every Summer Joy, I must experience a Spring Rising.

Happy Good Friday, babydolls. xx