All Rise.

Birth is messy. Most of us arrived with a fair amount of muss and trouble not looking our best. Squalling.

Rebirth. Even messier. We may not be covered in bodily fluids ( that mess is all inside) but we’ve come through a tunnel of trouble and here we are in a new place.

Looking around.

This is always portrayed as joyful moment – but there’s a fair amount of grief there. After all we’ve come through betrayal, loss of our “old” self/life, fair amount of rejection and here we are abandoned and responsible for our new life.

Suddenly. Opening up to possibility. Becoming. Blooming. Beginning again.

Happy Easter.