Why does Easter matter?

I'm not religious and yet I find that this festival of re-birth matters to me

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Apr 21, 2019
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Easter Morning

A first.

I have just risen at dawn to welcome the sun on Easter Sunday.  I was with some Christians for whom the rising of the sun is indicative of the rising of the son, Jesus, after his crucifixion.  I have seen the sunrise many times before, I am an early bird, but there is something precious about being with a group of people who are also prepared to get up at 0530 to stand and stare as the red sliver turns into a golden ball of light, pinking the rolling hills and shimmering the sea.

It makes me smile that Easter, this festival of such religious significance is the first Sunday following the full moon after the March Equinox.  It pleases me, that unlike Christmas which is fixed by our man-made calendars, Easter flows with the moons which seems so appropriate for this celebration of spring.

As I type now, back in the warm, blue bells as indigo-ing the grass and blossom pinking the trees.  The swallows are swooping low and the rabbits are peeping from the undergrowth.  Life is abundant and bursting, fecund and burgeoning.

Were it true for all the world. 

The New Dawn

We here are so abundant; I am warm, fed, safe and healthy.  It seems to me that if this festival is about anything, it is about new beginnings, of new dawns, of the return of the light. For all.

And I see glimpses of it.  I feel excited by the Extinction Rebellion and the School Strikes for Climate Change.  I feel the energy rising as people, ordinary people stand up and say ‘Stop. Pay attention. This matters more than anything’.  For it does.  We maybe sitting pretty in our country so far largely unaffected by global warming, but my grandchildren will be affected by the mass migrations, the shortages, the extremes of weather and poverty.

I feel excited by the chaos surrounding Brexit, it is showing how broken this system is, how ineffective, how frankly ridiculous all the posturing and ego is.   Imagine groups of surgeons behaving this way before surgery, or teachers before a lesson, or air-traffic controllers before take-off.  Carnage.

Things have to break down or die before they can be re-born.

Rebirth

And we are the midwives and doulas of each new day.  Every one of us has something new to birth, something rising within us which needs to be heard and we can help each other by connecting and supporting. 

Whether we are leaders pushing for new, more ethical ways of working, or parents supporting our kids’ climate change action, or neighbours joining in community projects, or friends supporting each other with new ventures, with new relationships, or with leaving jobs and partners who no longer fit, we are all agents of change. 

We are all lit by the same sun and watered by the same rain as the trees and the hills and the rivers.  We can not help but change and grow, and when we do this with intention and attention then we really can be part of birthing something more sustainable and connecting for families all over the world.

How can we be the change we want to see in the world?

It can sometimes feel overwhelming, what can little old me do in the face of all that needs to change?  

The answer is that we start right where we are.  In our work in our relationships, in our homes and gardens, in how we speak and think, in how we spend and consume. Our money has power, our words have impact, our actions ripple out into the world. If we each lived by age old calls to ‘Do no harm’ and ‘Treat other people as we would like to be treated ourselves’, our lives would be different and those changes would ripple outward and onwards. 

Who and what do our spending habits harm? Our words harm? Our actions harm? Our inaction harm? Now and in the future for the generations who follow behind? What are the small changes we can all make in our lives which would lead us to live with more integrity and compassion, with more empathy and connection, with more transparency and honesty?

To me, if Easter stands for anything, it is re-birth, of resurrection of something new out of the death of the old, of the phoenix rising from the ashes, of base metal being turned to gold. 

What is it you need to let go of, let die, in order to let the new sun rise in our chaotic and beautiful world?

Julie

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P.S.  If you'd like some inspiration to help you take time for yourself follow the link to get a free download of the opening chapters of my book Love Being Me.

 

 

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Julie Leoni

Writer, Listener, Teacher, Dr

I am a stress and well-being coach who supports women to ask for what they want and look after their own needs so that they can hear their heart's call and live a more empowered and meaningful life. I draw on experience and training in bereavement, domestic abuse, mindfulness, meditation, yoga, Transactional Analysis and other therapeutic approaches to get you loving you. I have 2 sons who I love loads (and who sometimes drive me crazy). I'm a Barefoot Trained coach and I got a distinction for my post-grad cert in 2011. I have a PhD which led me to look at Emotional Intelligence in schools and I have a number of academic and professional qualifications in various types of therapy. I have practiced meditation since I went to India over 25 years ago and I'm currently training to be a yoga teacher. I have written a couple of books, I teach psychology and work with a large variety of coaching clients.

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Janet Hill 3 months ago

Great piece Julie x