What Easter teaches us about hope and renewal

(even when life feels heavy)

Every year, Easter seems to sneak in right as the world is thawing out. Trees bud, the sun lingers longer, and there’s this unspoken invitation to start again…

Well that got your attention – or maybe it didn’t as there is such a lot these days vying for it.

The world rages against assistive technology but I for one rather like it – when you are stuck for an idea, feeling dull, lack lustre, tired – and there is enough out there to make you feel tired – ask a bot – and it will tell you something vaguely cogent, well cogent enough and that’ s all that matters on the commercialised internet – that’s the internet for money – if you hadn’t heard of it – it is a ‘thing’. What rock have you been under?!

Come on in, as they say, the water is lovely – if the local lido can do it so can we. Comments aren’t necessarily welcome – they take time to answer and can be unintentionally or even intentionally offensive, I mean giving people their ‘say’ was never going to bring about world peace and harmony what ever die hard proponents of free speech might suppose – go to Hyde Park Corner – check out the ranting and raving – you get my drift.

Easter is nearly upon us – it is a nice time of year – more day light – it won’t be dark before 17.30 for quite a while yet, relax into it, enjoy the pastels, buy a bunch of daffodils, don’t do anything – obviously it is a money mad world but you and I are both allowed a break, even from and in *this*.

I feel rather over come by the colour green, the other hues set it off tremendously – no doubt some know all will conclude I have finally reached the end of the yellow brick road but that’s another one to chalk up to experience – not every part of our existence can be medicalised or analysed. It is simply my vantage point and visually I find it quite stunning – the next shade of paint will be some sort of adulterated cream – to send the desert yellows on their way. The years in the wilderness are over. Nothing says you’re staying so much as a generous dollop of something that that will get the medics muttering ‘statins’. There are plant based alternatives available, of course, no one is suggesting anyone should eat for England but it always was naughty but nice, advertising’s hay day does seem long gone.

Anyway this is a free missive – some people reckon that there are eye balls out there that want my WRITING – as opposed to something else that is inevitably inveighed against. Keep on keeping on – I’m publishing another writer shortly, not such an ambitious project, but the author is funny and acerbic and that is my kind of thing – thank you to the kind person who made the introduction, much appreciated, ‘Your reward will be in heaven!’ as my mother used to say.

As it has clouded over slightly, with a bit of the pesky north easterly that likes to roll across the marshes I will sign off now.

Ciao – 🎭🪭🩵