Do not abandon yourselves to despair. We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song. ~ JPII
Happy Birthday, Trevor!
To celebrate your special day I took time today to complete the following activities:
I treated a stranger to Starbucks coffee.
Communed with the Almighty during a 10 mile run.
Not in possession of a Bible, I read passages from the following books focusing on early christian leaders and philosophers:
Easter, a season of sweet traditions and nature’s rebirth. Every year that I can recall, my family displays our growing a collection of Pisanki; an Eastern European tradition of decorating eggs with symbols of life and rebirth. Unlike my relatives in Poland, I have zero artistic skill when it comes to creating my own Pisanki.
The best I’ve created look like the ones pictured below. Over the years, I’ve created a style of Easter egg which projects to viewers a post modern, tie-dyed effect. Don’t ask for precise details on how I create this style, I don’t have any good answers as to why. It’s art, okay, that is all you need to know
I also realize the Easter bunny table cloth adds the perfect amount of je ne sais quoi to the entire Easter egg experience.
This fine tradition comes with a useful life lesson – don’t judge an egg by its shell; what’s inside matters most. Nutrition data reveal that Easter egg whites are great source of good quality protein, nutrients and are low in calories. Many of my colorful creations have found their way to local food banks, as I always make more than I need for myself, family and friends.
Other than munching on a Reese’s Peanut Butter bunny, coloring Easter eggs is fast becoming my favorite Easter tradition. I find I can feed a creative soul with art and feed a hungry person a healthy and nutritious food item – a win/win situation altogether.
V-Day is quickly approaching and there are still some bitter clingers out there who continue to celebrate this manufactured event. Sigh. To be clear, I love the idea of celebrating love – just not the manufactured one day of the year with red roses and heart shaped boxes with stale chocolates type of scheme. I strongly believe love can and should be celebrated EVERY day of the year.
Okay, stepping off my soap box now.
For those still seeking the perfect V-Day gift, I urge you to step out of the artificial construct called traditional V-Day gifts and consider these ideas for that special photographer in your life. I’ve selected items that can be given at whatever stage your relationship is at the moment.
2012 was the year of firsts and lots of early morning bootcamp workouts. I set a challenge to see if I could train and complete a half marathon, a sprint triathlon and a marathon in one year. The answer would be ‘yes’. Everything I accomplished this year was worth every early wake up, every ache and every doubt that flitted across my mind. I’ve completed events that up until fairly recently I could not picture myself completing. This sweet feeling of accomplishment is one I want to remember and hold on to as I embark on new challenges in 2013. Lets have a look at what can be accomplished when you are not afraid to dream big and work hard.
Christmas Village in Philly is a great way to celebrate all the good things of this season. I try to make a visit or two every year to check out the decorations and the goods for sale in this market. The village is based on the amazing traditional German Christmas markets.
You cannot help but smile when visiting this market. The wares, the music, the lights and the food makes this place a great way to celebrate the Christmas season.
Time has gotten away from me this week and tonight my family gathers together for a traditional Wigilia dinner. And to the delight of my nieces and nephews, presents are opened after dessert is served. Christmas day is a quiet affair with sleeping in late followed by Mass and breakfast.
What are your plans or traditions on Christmas eve?
May my readers have a joyous Christmas and a New Year full of happiness!
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