Artwork by Maggie Rust
No hopping down the bunny trail for this gal today. Rain showers put the kibosh on this morning’s walk, so, instead I stayed curled up, content as a cat, under the covers and listened to the news of the day on my headphones. I was so comfortable that I hated to get up, so I ditched the headphones and dived deeper under the covers. The furnace kicked on warming the house and soon I was fast asleep again. I love lazy mornings – they are a treat for me. While I sipped a frothy cup of cappuccino later, I let today’s blog percolate in my brain while I enjoyed my steaming brew. I heard rain droplets hitting the windows and pinging the metal blinds, and though I missed my walk, it felt good to be sitting on the inside looking out.
You might recall my post this past January 28th where I reconnected with a classmate, Maggie Rust, after stumbling upon a Facebook page about our grade school. I wrote at length about renewing our childhood ties, some fifty years later, and I posted a picture of our kindergarten class, where it turned out Maggie and I were standing next to one another in that long-ago photograph. (https://lindaschaubblog.net/2015/01/28/on-this-cold-january-day-i-took-a-stroll/)
Well, Maggie and I have kept in touch, and I discovered she is an accomplished artist. She has two websites – one of her own, and a “Craftsy” site where she posts her completed and in-progress paintings and drawings. They are all beautiful and so I asked Maggie if I could share them in my blog posts sometimes. This was one of my favorites, so today’s post features a drawing Maggie done in water soluble wax crayons for a neighbor who was having a baby. She entitled it “Hoppy Easter”.
Besides the fun and frivolity that surrounds this Easter day it is also a holy time as well. Though I don’t attend church on a regular basis anymore, I still go into a nearby Catholic church to light candles. I was christened, but never made my First Communion nor was I confirmed. In fact, I had a rather unusual upbringing insofar as attending church. My parents, both Catholics, never attended church services when they were adults. My father said he got up early six days a week for work and wanted a morning to sleep in; my mom did not drive and there were no churches close to our home in Canada. My parents wanted me to go to church services, so I attended Sunday School with my friends. In Canada I went to a Presbyterian church and when we moved to the States, I attended a Baptist church for many years. Whenever we went to Toronto, my grandmother and I would walk up to the top of the street to attend the one English-speaking service at St. Helen’s Catholic church.
I guess when it comes right down to it, it does not really matter in what church pew you occupy and are present and accounted for, or, if you are only there in spirit and have devotion from afar, for that is between you and God.
Many Easter and Passover blessings one and all.