Growing up, our family tried to go and see the sunrise at least once a year (usually on Easter, which we celebrated with chocolate but not with religion).
It’s amazing that years can pass without actively seeing it rise, because most of the time it rises before you’re awake or while you’re at work, or while you’re doing those million other things which seem so important.
Hah. Obviously I put a lot of importance on the notion. I am very obvious. But, truth be told, I’m not sure the last time I actually last saw it.
Well, I hear they’re having another one tomorrow. Why don’t you go see it?
Goodness! I would love that. Unfortunately I’m working long hours to get ready for a two week trip back home next week, on top of nursing two sick cats. Plus, it’s Seattle. Last I looked there was no clear weather in the extended forecast ANY time of day. :-/
But I will. I assure you, i will. And I’ll try to blog it when I do. :)
I much prefer Easter to Christmas as a holiday; for one thing, in the Christian tradition, it’s more authentic. Other than the fact that the Bible records that Jesus was in fact born, it says nothing about when, or of making a fetish of His birthday. It was a craven attempt to capitalize on the existing pagan solstice that prompted the early church to establish the artificial holiday of Christmas. On the other hand, Easter celebrates an actual miraculous event (anyone can be born, but try rising from the dead, at least in this life!) and the anniversary of that event can be pinpointed to the day.
Also, I like the spirit of Easter better. Nothing wrong with celebrating the turning of winter into spring at the winter solstice, or having an excuse to bring family and friends together for feasting and reconnecting. But Easter comes at a great time of annual rebirth, and it fosters so much optimism, hope and beauty. Whether Christian or not, it’s a perfect season for reflection and celebration of victory over death and despair.
Actually, I like Halloween better than both of them. :D