Reflections on Easter

Last night I attended a beautiful autumn bliss dance ceremony.

The day was overcast and grey and I carried this mood into the space to share with the small group of dancers. We were feeling the autumn introspective and a deep sadness was welling up.

Memories of my mother and people I love, past and present made me tearful and soft. We gently held each other in deep love.

This morning I reflect on Easter while listening to some Christian chants. I feel into the deep compassion of God with his creatures. As a Tantrika this God is in me and I am like a holographic image and so is everything and everybody around me. We are all a fleeting manifestation of the vibrations of life.

Overflowing with compassion for life I feel into this day. We had glorious rain wetting the earth with the tears of the sky. This Good Friday with its soft dark mood is the low point of suffering of life.

The rain brings new life. In the northern hemisphere Easter after Good Friday is a festival of resurrection and new life in spring.

Here the rain brings new life, the relentless heat and deadly dryness is broken, new life can arise.