Another year without a Sader. Another year without an Easter gathering. At least we are in Jesus’ time zone.
My dad, committed to creating some of the traditional family Easter fare, called me early his time, dropped a ricotta pie on the kitchen floor. Two pounds of ricotta and a dozen eggs worth.
“You must have been cursing,” my Aunt S. said.
“I didn’t even get upset,” he laughed. “I just found the biggest spatula I had. I told her – if you get me some ricotta and a dozen eggs, I’ll make you another one. It will be Easter all week!”
Darn, i have so many eggs here in Doha – they are delivered to our door!
Doha is a good backdrop for a virtual meeting, which is all one can hope for this week. We can’t go outside anyway. R. messaged me “It looks like you guys live in a virtual reality.” Exactly
Today, i have a meditation for you. I have pens and a few eggs. So here we go.
I feel badly when i kill an ant. It’s really just that they are a nuisance, not them or me. Maybe that’s how the planet is feeling right now. We have been quite a nuisance.