The Easter promise

Happy Easter to everyone! Whether you spend the day going to mass or service, eating hot cross buns, hunting for eggs, contemplating the renewal of life, or embracing another new day, it's wonderful to be alive. The same goes for this blog. Just as I decided to write again, the blogs belonging to my friends and me got hit by a bunch of trackback spam, so our ringleader, the wonderfully reliable and most scrumptious (check out her picture) Van Tan, decided to move our 100 Acre Wood blogs to a new web host.

Van gave me the go-ahead for publishing a new entry today. A significant day indeed, although for the past month, I've been making small changes and additions to my life. I wakeboarded for the first time, I filed my US taxes, I am dancing Argentine tango again (and this time, I will buy some proper shoes), I am re-learning to parallel park (yes, I am that awful at it). I've also been busy with more editorial projects, which are rather urgent and this worries me. A crisis marks my days and I still ache, but I cope with it better now. "Some hearts, like evening primroses, open more beautifully in the shadows of life." - These are lines I read from a book called Streams in the Desert, and I'd like to thank Kermit who recommended it to me in a comment a while ago. It's brought much peace to me in these days.

I have much more to write but this will have to do for now. It's Easter, and I want to be outside feeling the sun on my face and remembering what today means. (Might be rain though, judging from the thunder I hear. No matter. No matter at all.)