Otherwise known as Easter.
This year was a little differnt then others because neither of the siblings were around, so it was very small. We went to church, no shock there, and dad and I were greeters. This was surprisingly less weird then I thought it would be. I'm not really sure what I thought would happen but the main thing didn't want was to be gushed over. Sometimes I have this feeling like I have cancer, I'm dealing with it, and I don't want to hear that that I am impressive. Granted sometimes that is nice, but not all the time. Because as I may have mentioned before it's not really a choice to be impressive, it just is. But now that I'm saying this I guess that is why it's impressive, because I'm not trying to be.
So anyway, church was uneventful and then we had brunch with the bell choir. Which was tasty. Dad and I went home and mom stayed for the second service. Most of the rest of the day involved me sitting or sleeping on the couch. Concluded with dinner at my aunts house and getting a shot via Franni. But I was so happy to not have to go to work the next day. And of course there was a eastern basket and bunny to be had.
Who doesn't appreciate a nice fluffy bunny? I mean really, especially since the other ones came in chocolate form.
The unexpected part of the day was that it really sort of brought me to think about my thoughts on religion. Growing up we went to church almost every week during the school year. (Yes we had summers "off") but since college my attendance at church was realively sparatik, and the lastfew years have consisted of mostly Christmas Eve and Easter.
I started to think why that has changed, was the change intentional, do I want to go back go going to church. A lot of it I'm not sure about, but the one thing I know ins that though the change was not an active choice it is one im sticking with.
It was a slow thing that I started to shy away from religion and into yoga. Over the years there has been parts about organized religion that never really jived with me. I really think that it was when I had cancer the first time that really put me over the edge. I mean how could I really be ok with a god and "person" that allowed me to get cancer. I was mad, and still am a bit at this person. That being said I believe that there is something out there that watching out for me. I have had to many instances that clearly were the universe watching out for me to not believe it, but the whole organized religion thing.... For the birds, and would I rather worship whoever by dressing up and going to a staunch building, or would I rather link breath with movement and send light out into the world. I'll take the light.