Looking back at Easter

For years I've said I can feel very deeply the walk through Holy Week but then I can't turn the corner to Easter joy. This year I had some hope that I would be more able to join with my church community in the celebration of new life. I think I even began to, at the Easter Vigil, but then I went home and couldn't find my son's Easter present and crashed into feeling that there can be no new life for me.

The language of new life is of death and resurrection, of transformation. But perhaps I must learn to appreciate the partial and the fleeting. Change is for me not a journey away from the old place but coming to spend more days in the new place and fewer in the old.