I swear, this election really isn't the only thing I think about. It's what I've chosen to make this blog about so far, but I do have this whole other life: family, work, dog, the whole routine. And today I'm thinking about Easter.
Easter is one holiday that meant little to me as a kid but that takes on more and more depth as I get older. I'm not a practicing Christian and don't believe literally in the Resurrection, but boy, do I love that metaphor. I suppose I love the baby born at midwinter midnight even more, but the release of God's mortal form from death is sure grand. I love the journey from Good Friday through Holy Saturday too, when we're led deep into that still, dark, timeless singularity, that sweet mystery of death. And the rabbit! The rabbit that rises from its hole bearing colored eggs! Could you possibly come up with a better fairy-tale complement to God blowing the rock door off the tomb and bringing us Grace? Two metaphors in one, and both bring me back to awareness of the eternal recurrence, the constant reborning, the omnipresent now, the atonement of life with itself. When I wake up on Easter morning I feel like I've just come back to life myself.
But I can't sign off without saying something about the election, can I? Because, you know, there've been times in this process that I've felt something like a rebirth. In the finest moments of the campaigns—not only Obama's, which is obviously where my heart is, but Clinton's at its best and Edwards's and, yes, even brief flashes of the GOP's—I've felt a restoration of my belief in the American people and our political process. I've felt a hope for our future that I thought had died years ago. And I've certainly found in myself a renewed willingness to engage with the whole of the nation I live in.
So yeah, happy Easter to us all. He is risen!