Easter, like some of the other major religious holidays, has always seemed a little confusing to me. I don’t believe in Christianity, and lean towards the idea that the dates of Easter, Christmas, and other religious festivals, were strategically placed to overshadow the Pagan festivals that used to reside on those days. Without going into too much detail, Easter as a Pagan holiday, has always seemed more relevant and appealing. A celebration of rebirth, fertility and the beginning of the harvest after a long dark winter. However, I live in Queensland, Australia. And we just came out of a long hot (albeit wet) summer. So how does the Pagan celebrations of the Northern Hemisphere relate to us in the south?
However, this Easter I didn’t spend too long pondering the absurdity of celebrating the death and rebirth of Jesus with chocolate eggs delivered by a magical bunny (because of course the bunny and egg are Pagan symbols of fertility); or whether there was Pagan relevance in the celebration of Easter “down under” in Autumn.
Instead, I celebrated the joy of fertility first hand, and the sheer magic and amazingness of life and birth, with the arrival of my beautiful nephew.
These tiny hands are full of wonder to me – to think that they were created inside my sister, and they will one day provide so much to my nephew – the first romantic hand holding in later life, the experience of texture and exploration as a child. These tiny hands that will one day become large man hands, that might even be used to hold his own child.
And with that though, about such tiny hands – I wish you all a belated happy Easter – no matter how you chose to celebrate it.
