Hand’s down, Easter has always been my favorite Holiday. It always signified to me that spring had sprung, and that meant that there were a lot of great things on the horizon – end of the school year, my birthday, and endless hours of summer in which we could play night games well into the evening in our neighborhood. In Northern California, quite different from the cold Easters my own children have shivered through and grown up in, my sisters and I donned our short sleeve Easter dresses, white gloves and shiny dress shoes, loaded into the station wagon with my parents, and went to Easter service. We would return home feeling the “buzz” in the air promising an Easter Egg hunt, baskets, and chocolate bunnies – it was the one time of the year when my Mom didn’t restrict our sugar intake – my sister Kellie used discretion about this – my sister Kymberly and I absolutely did not! After we arrived home from church, my grandparents would come over mid afternoon to join us for our Easter celebration. Each and every year, my Grandpa would load my sisters and I, and my cousin Mikey, during the years that he and his Mom also lived with us, and take us to Shoup Park to look for the Easter Bunny. The story changed every year as to how he got his Intel about the whereabouts of said bunny, but every year he would confidently announce that he knew that that bunny would be at Shoup Park. With that he’d grab his keys and head outside, with the three or four of us in toe. As I grew a bit older, I got leery of my grandfather’s plan. Any other day of the year, I would have loved the opportunity to go to Shoup Park, but not on Easter. Year after year, inevitably our trip to the park ended in a big goose egg of failure, landing at home just seconds after the evasive Bunny had left the premises. By the time I was in about third grade, I began to voice my concern that this was a bad idea, siting examples from years past where we’d gone to Shoup Park in search of the bunny, only to have just missed him literally in our own backyard – I even used the gas shortage as an argument as to why we should stay put on Easter in 1970 during the time that the gas shortage led to 3 hour waits at the gas pump. My protests, however, always fell on deaf ears. To be honest, I was always a little baffled that my sister, Kymberly, didn’t also voice her concerns – she had always been the logical one who could have easily sited the statistical analysis from years past to make an indisputable argument of a Shoup Park “no go”. It wasn’t until year’s later that it occurred to me that her lack of support was of course to the fact that she knew there wasn’t an Easter bunny and getting to and from the park meant we were closer to the Easter Bunny stash. I was not the wiser so, year after year, I would single-handedly voice me concerns, which also, year after year, was met with a loud Shish from the adults prior to providing me an overabundance of assistance in getting into the backseat of my grandfather’s car – heading once again, to Shoup Park. As I look back, I my heart is warm with the thought of my grandfather who every year played his role perfectly in our Easter celebration.
Today, Easter has a different meaning to me and although my feeling of great expectation is no longer about chocolate and eggs and a mysterious bunny, it is just as profound. Easter, for me, is about new beginnings and of letting go of the old to allow for the new. This, to me, is also a time of great reflection – of letting go of expectations and of allowing for the remembrance of who we are and what our purpose is here during this time. As my Easters have evolved over the years – and I absolutely cherish the memories of my own childhood Easters, as I do of the Easter experience of my own children, and now grandchildren, I am reminded that there is such a great invitation for us all to realign our Spirits and to connect with whatever it is that we consider Source at this time of the year. I am reminded that although I do love the day of Easter, the magic of transformation is possible for us each every day, and not just on the Easter day. When we remember that we have the power at any moment to change whatever doesn’t serve us, we know that we are in the drivers seat of experiencing our lives fully and completely in a way that brings us great joy. This is our lifetime experience and we are creating this lifetime, whether consciously or unconsciously every minute of every day. It’s time that we remember that our choices do make our lives and to remind ourselves to consciously make the choices towards our highest alignment. When we remember that we always have choice, we no longer look outside of ourselves as to why our life is happening the way that it is – we look to ourselves – and that is when we see that each and every day, the slate is clean, just waiting for our words to be written. This year for me has been quite profound. Perhaps it is because I finally started to put into practice that which I’d thought was possible but never fully embraced and engrained before – to bring my own experience into my own full consciousness. Maybe that is just about getting older and finding wisdom from the years I’ve lived along the way, and in so, I find peace. I also find that as I get older, what is important to me has gotten so very simple. The magnetic pull of my compass is to three things: The people that I love, the difference that I can make, and the experiences that I desire. When I am in alignment with that, I am in joy and I am absolutely in the present moment of my experience. It has been such a refreshing and empowering realization for me. Today, the day of Easter, signifies rebirth and new beginnings. It is about releasing those things that no longer serve and making space for things that do. It is in this place that we can open to new ways of thoughts and to new opportunities – from a place of wonderment the magic happens. So, I wish for you today, on my favorite day of the year, that you too experience your own rebirth into the recognition as to who you are and what lights ups your spirit. Let us all celebrate life, celebrate each other and to be grateful for our own interconnection to Source, remembering that we are All One. Easter marks new beginnings – may each of those beginnings begin with the premise of it all – and that is Love. And for those who still love the day of chocolate, You do YOU!
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AuthorKristyn Baker, CECP, is an intuitive energy healer and writer. Her forty years of working with energy medicine has evolved as she has expanded her own healing abilities and understandings. Combining her abilities as an Emotion Code practitioner and Simpson Protocol practioner with her intuitive insights and channeling, opens opportunities to heal and to release what no longer serves. . Archives
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