Mamacita says: Happy Easter, everyone.
What? Oh, oops. . . . .
Here. This is more like it. I do love those vintage Easter postcards. Mom used to buy the Easter Ideals every year, and I loved the poems and pictures. I hated growing up and finding out that those baby kittens were probably going to eat those baby chicks. I would also hate to have to tell you all how old I was before I realized that the bunnies weren’t really responsible for all those eggs.
But ultimately, this is Easter to me.
And isn’t it wonderful that so many of us, with so many different beliefs, can hang out here in the Blogosphere and get along great and love each other without having to constantly proselytize and try to sway each other to our own beliefs?
Oh, sure, those people are online too, but I don’t pay much attention to them.
Lately, there’s been a lot of meanness in our country, but I refuse to believe that the majority of people are represented by Donald Trump and Mike Pence and their brand of Republicans. The backlash against these criminals, their minions and their horrific behaviors has proven that most people – at least, the educated people – definitely do not approve. It’s a good feeling, because if I really thought the majority of people thought that those two and their cohorts were even in the least bit a good idea, I’d have to move away. Which, most many days, doesn’t seem all that bad to me. . . .
It’s the people whose beliefs are quietly lived every day, the people who show me by example what their values are, who get my attention.
And who says God doesn’t have a sense of humor? If you don’t believe me, just look around for a minute or two. Think of your family.
And if you’re alone, look in the mirror.
Happy Easter, dear internet people. Eat chocolate. Smile. Have some eggs. Rejoice over something.
It’s a good day for rejoicing. . . .