How is everyone faring this Easter weekend? Such solemn times we are living in, huh? Everything is being challenged and nothing is guaranteed.

Some of us have been crucified but have not yet arisen. And arising is inherent in the crucifixion. A religion has been created out of just that.

It has rained like the proverbial 40 days and 40 nights here. Now a wind is clearing everything out.

I made clam chowder and it was good. Then I watched a documentary about Leonard Cohen. He is my muse.

Soon it will be Easter. Rob and I are all alone in this old house. We are all alone, even in a crowd.

Oh, there are other people on the planet but each of us is essentially alone. We could not grow otherwise.

Politically we are going to hell; there is nothing but dissent.

It is up to each of us to find our own peace above the fray, though.

“My peace I give you. Not as the world gives, give I unto you.”

This peace is our birthright; no one can take it from us.

Tomorrow the sun will rise and the world will wobble on.

This was not the essay I intended to write; it never is. But it is the best that I can do.

And love would have me sink into its arms and so I shall.

With love,

Vicki Woodyard