Fortunately I live in upstate NY, it is April, and daffodils don't smell. The saying is to "stop and smell the roses," but they are a long way from blooming - and it would have to be a whole rose garden to catch the scent these days. Yet, this time to pause and type when I could be packing for a trip, unpacking from a move, or considering how to be ready for all which lies ahead, I am able to get a wiff...

There are times when taking an extended time to consider the wonder in the smallest details and the slightest nuance is fully enriching. There are also times when the blur of life allows one to see things in its impressionistic beauty. Our Seder dinner tonight was wonderful. Sharing it for the first time with everyone around the table reminded me of when it was new to my mind. It wasn't a time to ponder, but to remember and refeel. There is so much more to Jesus - just how he fullfilled the century old traditions within the Jewish Passover is absolutely amazing! And tomorrow the fact that he rose from the dead, got out of the grave, and still lives - well that is beyond amazing.

In the blur of it all, the picture of God's love and the life He has blessed me with is breath-taking. The swirl of color, energy and texture - it's a beautiful thing!

He is Risen!