Time Stands Still.

Eggs hunting, the wooden bunny school, colorful stitched tablecloth from my granny, hand-colored eggs, blossoming branches. It is a different feeling than Christmas. Somehow fresher, somehow lighter. Family, good food, playing cards together. Being outside in the fresh air. Spring flowers and these amazing colors everywhere.

Men writing poetry and sprinkling me with water in one country. Men braiding willow branches decorated with ribbons to whip me symbolically for luck and fertility while repeating verses in another.

I hold the tablecloth, find branches, paint eggs with everybody, and my bonus children run for the chocolate as I did years ago. We keep the culture, and for a tiny moment: Time stands still.

Champagne for the Mind #38 — April 10, 2023