For those of you who are celebrating today, Happy Easter! We will be heading down to Chewelah to go to church with Mom and Dad and then have family dinner together, complete with an egg hunt. Probably an indoor egg hunt, what with the weather we’ve been having.
It’s been a busy week. On top of the usual stuff of teaching and chauffeuring the kids and keeping the house, we received a gift of almost-new carpet and so did a lot of moving around of furniture yesterday.
It was a good reading week, though. I finished three five-star reads (Doomsday Book by Connie Wills; Belong to Me by Marisa de los Santos – on audio; and Forge by Laurie Halse Anderson) and two four-star reads (The Violets of March by Sarah Jio and Evenfall by Liz Michalski). I also had one DNF: Memory by Donald Westlake on audio (sorry Bryan), which I just couldn’t get into. I’ve noticed that a lot of reviews of this one mention it being very different than his other work, so I will have to give him another try sometime.
I doubt I’ll have much time for reading today, but if I do, I will spend it with Falling Home by Karen White and The Matchmaker of Kenmare by Frank Delaney.
Does reading figure into your Easter plans? If so, which books?
And now, I’ll leave you with one of my favorite poems in honor of the holiday.
At light speed, God speed,
time collapses into now, so that
we may see Christ’s wounds as
still bleeding, his torso,
that ready sponge, still
absorbing our vice, our toxic shame.
He is still being pierced
by every hateful nail
we hammer home. In this
Golgotha moment his body -
chalice for the dark weeping
of the whole world – brims,
spilling over as his lifeblood
drains. His dying into the earth
begins the great reversal -
as blood from a vein leaps
into the needle, so with his rising,
we surge into light.
~ Luci Shaw