Thursday, April 2, 2020

Celebrating in the Midst of Chaos

In another time and place, folks would be preparing to celebrate Passover, Easter, Spring...whatever their particular faith celebrates this time of year. Now, it seems people are so wound up in the fear and anxiety of Covid-19 that they've forgotten their usual celebrations and observations. But it's now, in this time of chaos and uncertainty that we need the comfort of traditions the most.

Wait, you say. We can't have our usual gatherings! And what about the foods we usually prepare? And what about...? Well, we as a people are adaptable and enduring, aren't we? Instead of bemoaning what we can't have, be happy with what we can do. Thousands of first responders--doctors, nurses, scientists, researchers--are on the front lines. What can we do for them? How can we include them?

For many years into the future, we will all have memories of this year. And I suspect we will appreciate what we have so much more. So. If you normally color eggs with your children, find an alternative. Maybe print outlines of eggs on paper and all decorate together with crayons or markers. Cut them out and tape them to the windows to share them with others.

Search the internet for alternative recipes. Try something new. We are not the first people to have our lives interrupted by chaos. We will not be the last. Our elders lived through wars. Seek out their wisdom and memories. We have technology so that even if we are separated physically, we are still able to reach out electronically. Show them how much you value their input.

Churches and synagogues and temples all over the world have gone to electronic services. Find one. Or, the ultimate truth, gather your immediate family, light candles, and have your own service. God, or whoever you worship, is not in a place, but in the heart.

However you choose to observe this special time of year, make it meaningful. Blessings.

Anny

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