The annual Easter Egg and Basket Hunt
Just when you think things get exciting...
New life breaks through the crusted ground. What was once pure white and undefiled, has now turned dreary and dull. Slowly, the warmth sprouts the hope of new life.
Like rain from heaven, drops of blood soak into the thirsty ground. The burden of hard ground, softens. Strength and endurance uncover the buried head. Light is seen, freedom comes, freedom to move, to grow, to blossom. Supernal love fills my soul, warms my heart and I feel new life.
Vibrance!



